It took thirty minutes, and most of that was getting the coffee orders right." Senator, why don't you let Craig and I take you over to the club for so...me breakfast?"He said that he'd heard of the new club, but hadn't had a chance to get by there. We walked over to the club and I introduced him to Gary, the manager. I did a quick tour for him and then accessed the private area. I explained that this is a private area, and is only for founding members and invited guests. If you need to talk, off. Now it seemed everyone was in a circle around us, guys and girls, all naked and guys getting hand jobs while watching me get fucked. Sure enough the "Bull" was on his knees between my legs and his cock was huge and thicker than anything I had seen on a man. He rubbed it in the cum dripping crack and then he pushed the head in and it began filling my pussy. I gasped and he pushed further in, now half maybe was in, or so I thought. The people were chanting, "Fuck her, fuck her!!!" He drove deep. Looking deep in to my eyes he lets his eyes wander down from my face to the front of my shirt. I look down and reach down to pull together the front of my shirt, making sure nothing is showing. Chris reaches out and pulls my hand away.“That is too nice a view to hide away from the world,” he says as he grins wickedly. Boldly staring in my eyes he continues, “That’s going to be a mighty cramped tent tonight. I have plenty of room if you want to share…you know where I am.” He leans forward and. “It gets more exciting.” I responded softly as my hand moved across and against her exposed thigh. I leant down moving on top of my own mother we began to kiss. The taste of red wine was on her breath as we began to kiss more deeply. Our mouths parting a little and our tongues dancing with each other as my body pressed down against hers more. My hands rubbing along her thighs and over her hips as I pulled the black satin robe off her shoulders leaving her in just her underwear. Her hands moved.