I was feeling hopeful that my desire for a sexy, older woman was going to be come to fruition tonight. But, unfortunately, Pam said she had an early d...ay tomorrow and must go home. We exchanged phone numbers and talked about getting together soon. It was getting late, so I went home as well. Horny as hell, disappointed, with a semi-hard cock on my hands. I got ready for bed and grabbed some lotion knowing I would have to relieve my hard, aching cock. About that time, the phone rang and it was. Not to be hit on in this sleazy bar, not to have someone coming on to me, trying to touch me, seduce me. Someone wanting to run his coarse hands over my tits and down my ass, press his wet tongue past my lips, grind his hard cock into my wet pussy. Oh my god. I was really, really horny. That guy was coming over, and I wanted to fuck. Just fuck. I couldn’t wait for him to put his hands all over me. What the fuck was going on? He was not only not my type, he was actively repulsive. He looked. I had got out. The tunnel walls began to widen. The familiar sites of the ruins greeted me then the old rooms. After I walked a few more feet, I could see Clyde and his partner ahead of me. "Pay me," the driver said as I approached. Clyde handed over what seemed like money. "Get in," Clyde said. "But?" I began to say. "Get the fuck in," he ordered. I was in no shape to argue, my legs were tired, and I could hardly breathe. I slowly climbed into the back of the van. "Winston!" I yelled as I. Cindy took some tissues and wiped some spots off her hand. Here we were two young, nude women and a 30 year old with his dick hanging out. Claire and Cindy looked at each other and smiled. “It was sexy,” They said simultaneously. I pulled my shorts on. “Is that all?” Cindy asked. “I take time to recover,” I laughed. “I mean us,” Cindy said. “What do you mean?” I asked “We want to cum too!” Claire stated. “Oh,” I said. “I mean we masturbate a lot. So we know what it feels like to have an orgasm,.