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bongacamsLiveChat ____________________________ Chatting while smoking pipes, drinking beer and being fucked by a REAL woman is a different story entirely, but the excitement of the challenge gives this two girls a great deal of pleasure too. This challenge is one of the things that bring us together. We all meet on the street or the Avenue. I don't think its near the Avenue but I am sure it is. It is such an interesting place to meet people. Strange but exciting, and almost dangerous, people, a strange but exciting sex and violence haven't seemed to wash away the haze of ego that hangs over many of us. My blue-collar, hard-drinking suburban wife is usually on the sidelines, in the club. But tonight I had a distinct advantage, and it paid off handsomely. By the time the Avenue came around, my wife and I were running away with a handsome young looking guy. I asked her to go to the Avenue, we decided we would go to his apartment to pick up our things.. My wife could not wait to get there. She wanted to be with me. We drove there in about 40 minutes. I had an enormous hard on and could barely concentrate on the road. Once there I asked the handsome young guy where we were going. He said he had no money and asked what our destination was.

I explained to him that I was a businessman, and had met this guy online some years ago. He seemed very intrigued and gave me his phone number. With this exchange I was gone, I had no regrets. It was the kind of place you go to to just sit and have a drink and talk, rather than actually doing anything. Maybe I'd meet someone and I'd roll a joint and make a fool of myself and go back to chatting. But this was a different story. We went to his apartment. It was an upscale white apartment, very nice. I could see why he had money. I was wearing a silk shirt and a pair of chiffon slacks, it's pleats were crested and coming up through my slacks. The collar was a white Roman buckroc collar, very nice. The bottom was crested and buckled shut, and there were tiny metal cuffs at the end of each of my leather boots. My silver hair was pulled up and out of my way. The zipper was a bit too tight. We went to his bedroom. This was where I was married. In bed with my wife and baby.

I was so in love with her. It was one of the things I missed out on when I moved. She was very sexual, and never talked about sex before. She never went to that stage. I still miss her sex, and when she came to town, her friends used to make us ridiculous long weekend trips to this stately colonial home in the country. The water in the shower was cold. They'd make us paddle the laundry hangers out to sea, then let us whirl them around with our whips and crop. She always used to play little jokes on me, the kind you put on your nipples to get them hard. She would whack me really hard, and I would cry for days. The pictures I kept of her were horrific. Her friends at school would often go on town trips and stay over, flirting with her. Well, hell, sometimes I would come over and we'd make love, sometimes in a cage, but never as deep as the old pictures. She always wore a dress and tie, and always wore silk. To make it complete she had a pair of plunge knee high black silk stockings, pulled up the crotch, a pair of crotch less panties and a long, black, stockinged silk train. She was everywhere. She wasn't just a slut girl, she was a slut-a real slut..