God it felt so good. I started to get fuzzy eyed and light headed. I still heard Jen loudly moaning out her dirty trash-talk, berating and yet urgin...g me on as I banged away, lost in lust. I missed it happening, but suddenly Jennifer was beside me, pressing her breasts into my arm and side while continuing her diatribe of foul-mouthed dirty talk. I was getting close and groaned. Jen knew that sound, "You gonna cum?" Then she spanked my ass hard. It stunned me for a second, but I was so. He phoned and screamed at me for an hour. Called me a whore and a slut and said he never wanted to see me again,” Brandy was sobbing again. It was a little awkward, but I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I know this sounds crazy right now. But before long, he will be pleading for you to come home,” I assured her. “But he was so cold… so furious. He’d never been like that before.” “Trust me on this. I’ve had some experience with Catholic guilt. It may take a few weeks,. As Charlie slid onto a stool next to her Donna was starting to wonder what she was doing here. It had been years since she'd been to a bar, and if she wasn't dedicated to trying out new things she wouldn't be in this one. It was slightly embarrassing to be here by herself, but the two fuzzy navels were helping to relax her a little bit. She heard the stool next to her scrape across the floor and turned to see who was going to bother her now. As she turned her head to look at him Charlie was. My body opened to his fingers which were taking me to the edge. But just then…a surprise…a huge surprise as a voice called out: “Do we have a volunteer from the audience?” The host of the show was back on stage…the donkey still at work on mating, the woman now making sex and coming noises…then the donkey withdrew, sperm dripping down on the stage from his pulsing cock and out of the woman’s cunt.“Come on now, ladies, do we have a volunteer?” Hubby hugged me: “Phyllis,” he said, “what do.