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So the girls looked at each other and took hold of their embrace again, with their tongues flickering at each other's mouths. July slowly undid the buttons of Tanya's blouse, gently brushing it off revealing her beautifully full breasts, her nipples hard and sticking out through the thin material of her lace bra. July caressed her ample breasts and pinching her erect nipples through the bra, squeezing them between her fingers. Indian handjobs leaned down and started to kiss Tanya's neck, whispered to Rex "come over and kiss your wife with me!"It was going to be on a Friday night a week away so I had a little time to get a decent dress for the occasion. My business suits were fine for everyday wear but I didn't think they would do for a night at the "Met". I'm five four and weigh in at 119 pounds. Folks tell me I have a nice figure but sometimes I wish my breasts weren't as full as they are. It frequently makes picking out clothing more difficult. I finally found a dress I fell in love with and after wiping out my meager checking account had it boxed.A purring moan rises in my throat, it takes all I have not to move. After interminable ticks of time his violent energy erupts and he takes me hard. I cum so fast I can't believe it happened...but it keeps going, never-ending rocking of electric passion. His release follows as hard and he falls onto me, pinning me to the bed. Laying so still, I can only feel his rasping breath down my neck, the beating of his heart against my back. My clenched fists pull against my restraints until the slow ebbing releases me into euphoric repose.Finally the person was out of the cleaners and back in their car. It took them a minute or so to finally start moving , then I made my move and headed toward the cleaners. When I got there I found a locked door. It had taken me so long to get there that 6 pm must have come and gone. Now all I could do was make a dash back to Ed's car and put on the clothes I had brought which would probably end up missing or destroyed. I only had to avoid a couple of cars on my way back to the car.Betty kicked off her low heels. "Oh my that feels good."I laughed. I can't imagine wearing heels at work, even low ones. I like them, but to me their place is on a date.""I know, but I like dressing nicely now that my job allows me. And besides," Indian handjobs smiled, "I get to send a good bit of time sitting down. Indian handjobs stretched her legs, "Still, it does feel good getting them off."We discussed the final issues. Then we simply talked a bit, as though Indian handjobs was as reluctant as I to end the day. Indian handjobs was divorced too, so we compared stories about our ex's. Tommy knocked and called he was leaving. I told him I'd bring the paperwork by the office later."Well I guess we better get on the road then," Betty commented. 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I curled up in the corner of a big chair, and let my lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers. They seemed to know how tired I was, and let me drift off into a half sleep while acoustic delta blues played in the background. I felt very peaceful.Her legs were pinned between his, he was fumbling for her cunt and found it as men always do. He held her hips and began thrusting hard and deep into her. Indian handjobs was raw, swollen and dry, he was hurting her but he didn't care. She screamed in pain and rage, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back towards him. He held her this way until he was about ready to cum, he released her hair and began pounding into her, never letting up. He released his seed, then collapsed on top of her. We walked next door and John had to pay a $6.00 cover but they let me in for free. There was a girl dancing on the stage, and when my eyes could get adjusted I saw two other couples in the place, but the rest were men, and a few of the dancers sitting with the men. I had been to a few strip clubs with John before, and this one we had been too, so I was not too unaccustomed to my surroundings.He lay still for a few minutes, breathing raggedly, he rolled off of her onto his back. His eyes were shut, he didn't see the knife in her hand. Indian handjobs rang the bell and a beautiful woman, in her late forties I suspected, answered the door. She was dressed like Martha Stewart on her Living show. "So sensitive, aren't we lover? And your body is screaming for more..." he whispered in her ear as he slid his free hand underneath her panties, and worked a finger slowly into her ass. The pleasure was so intense, that Christy could only moan her agreement to his words as she gave her body wholly over to him, allowing him to use her as he saw fit.She smiled at Elaine and let us in. I was introduced to her by only her first name but immediately recognized her as the wife of a prominent politician and wondered if she was the one Elaine had told me about who bought the strap on toy. She smiled at me and shook my hand. Her eyes wandered over my body, stopping conspicuously at my breasts. She smiled and then asked us both to follow her.She raised it up over her head and brought it down hitting him in the mid-chest. He yelled and tried to raise up but then he saw the knife handle protruding from his chest and he fell back.As he blindfolded me and pulled my long brown hair back, tying it with a ribbon that lay on the table, he turned me over and began kissing me furiously. Who was this person? This man felt familiar but peculiar at the same time.I managed to reach for his cock which was enlarged, inflamed and substantial.The stranger clutched my shoulders with his open crasp and gently laid me down on the bed. He felt my arms while filtering back up and down me, touching my enlarged nipples and tits. With my erect nipples in his mouth, I feared what was about to transpire next.She adjusted her position so her pussy was at a better angle for her probing fingers. She was reading about how the womanÒs lover had just inserted two fingers into her pussy, and without even realizing she was doing it, slid two of her own fingers just past the inner lipsÅjust far enough to discover her pussy was heating up. As she continued to read about probing fingers, swelling clits, and throbbing cocks, she further moved her lower body so her fingers were now buried deep inside. As she reclined further back in her chair, she could finally feel the rough patch of her g-spot and began to slowly massage herself on the inside.When the music stopped, the crowd quickly broke up. He headed to his assigned room and took a quick shower to wash off the perspiration from the dancing – and whatever else he might have collected. Then he stepped out into the hall in his wing, pulling the door closed behind him to indicate that no one was home. He turned right, down the longest length of hallway. 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