Women of every possible size and shape, ranging in age from their early twenties to even a few in their late seventies. Many of them were in military ...uniforms, something not really uncommon in wartime London, but interesting nevertheless.“What does the plaque outside mean?” Madeline asked as she remembered wondering about it.“Well the club had to be called something,” Jacqueline said as she searched the crowds as they passed through several rooms. “And something not too obvious. It was. It is a friend of my friend Kip. Kip, who I’ve met a bunch of times and snowboarded with, hottubed with, had lots of crazy sex with when I visit Colorado, was invited to the party and I’m going to be his plus one.It is a gay couple and the guys are renting a couple of huge house boats on Lake Powell. It looks gorgeous and the weather should be nice and hot in the Utah/Arizona desert. I’m flying into Denver and heading up to Kip’s and pretty much straight away we are on the road for the nine. She seemed to be thinking about them then turned back to me and stated, "Its my bike, I haven't ridden it in ages and well it needs air, the seat wiggles, and it squeaks." I smiled back at her and found myself lost in thought about what Tami thought about the panties and clothes. Rather than responding to her about her bike, I blurted out that I was spending the day reading up the 'whole' garage. I subconsciously slipped in 'whole' as a way of saying not just my daughter's panties box."Oh?". Unlike most women, my favorite is missionary. You get the deepest penetration and I love looking down and watching his cock go in and out. I rolled on to my back, spread my legs and raised my knees. Again I gasped as Tony slowly entered me. "OH," I said. "Your cock is so big." He then began fucking me in a steady, deep, rhythmic pace. It wasn't a rough, skin slapping, power fuck. It was more like, he was doing push ups on my body. My labia was straining to contain him. I wrapped my legs around.