She realized it was sometime at night. The moon shined down on the two of them as he drug her towards a small dwelling in a wooded area. The man knock...ed on the door loudly. There was no response. He knocked with a greater intensity. Finally the door opened and a dark skinned woman appeared. ‘Yes,’ she hissed. She looked at the man. ‘I see,’ she laughed and opened the door for them. Zahava stared at the old dark skinned woman. Her face was withered and old. Her hair was bright white. Her eyes. I had no idea what to say or where this conversation would lead.Or could lead. “Like a stripper or maybe even a flasher might get a thrill,” I suggested. “No!" she answered firmly, quick as a flash. “A stripper is in control. They’re saying 'I can turn you on. I can walk over to you and turn you on whether you want to be turned on or not just by taking off my clothes.' The stripper is in control. I was embarrassed. It was more like a child being punished in public. Humiliation. Almost the. After her orgasm John was still playing with her pussy and this time he moved the pant aside and put his fat fingers on my Girl Friend’s pussy. He started pushing his finger into her slowly in a minute his whole finger was in her and he started finger fucking her. My Girl Friend had her eyes closed and she was enjoying herself. She came in another minute while John kept finger fucking her. After her second orgasm, she was tired and lay down on the bed beside him.John was ready now and his. I gasped. I was not expecting that. I wrapped my arms tightly around him.He moved to the other nipple. One of his hands went to his crotch. He was playing with his cock through his shorts. Those shorts were so sexy stretched across his crotch and ass.I let my hands trail down his back to his waistband. I hooked my thumbs into his shorts and pushed them down. His cock sprung from his shorts and knocked against my balls.I maneuvered him so that he was between me and the washing machine. .