MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there. He continued caressing my bottom. He poured more oil into his palm and smoothed it into the crack of my ass, lightly playing his fingers up and down the crease, over my starry sphincter. I remembered him whispering to me that he planned to fuck my ass and I expected him to start exploring my bottom, but he didn’t, just a light touch up and down between the globes of my ass, reminding me of his earlier promise, but not taking advantage of my position over his lap. “I’ll take my fucking now,.Read More
