"Best you've had. And by the way, you're not bad yourself.," she smiled self confidently."Well, what about it? I already explained the cut. Interested...?" I might be. Like I explained, I'm married. I like screwing, but I don't want to mess up a good thing. So it will only be afternoons and some weekends. When my husband is out of town I'll let you know." Sounds okay by me. When you wanna start?" I think I just did. You owe me two hundred. Ordinarily I'd make it three, but I'll give you a company. I went into the back area of the store to watch a couple video clips and check the glory hole situation. I noticed a few guys hanging around which was a good sign and went into one of the booths that I knew had a glory hole from past trips to this store. Once inside I loaded a few coins and began to surf the channels when this nice semi hard hanging cock appear thru the hole. My mind went to another place as I began to touch it and size it up. A very nice shaped plum head, a thich shaft even in. My brain quickly shot down under the overflow of sensations and emotions. The inability to move, the way Brenda was using my face like a sexual toy and the burning pain in my backside made me feel like a small leaf that was dancing on waves in the middle of a thunderstorm. I could do nothing but lie there, my face wet with a mix of tears and girl-juice, and take it. Brenda suddenly stopped her motions, and the two others followed along. I wondered what was happening, as even in my sexual,. Several minutes passed, but my irritation and boredom had not. Why did I feel the need to walk somewhere? Did I expect a girl my age to just pop out of the bushes and ask if I was single? The idea seemed ridiculous, but as I passed a row of high bushes by the sidewalk, I felt as if I expected just that. But then I passed the bushes and I still walked alone. I stopped in front of the library, and headed inside. The lady at the front desk greeted me, and then went back to staring at a blank.