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She sobbed even more, after those words, with tears flooded like strip the waters rushing down from a waterfall and the only time, she'd stop was to fill her lungs with air. She wiped some of her tears off my shoulder sniffling, “Look at me, I got your t-shirt all soaked.” “It’s ok Kimmie. These are tears of joy. I’m just glad to have my best friend back,” I said with what seemed like a lump in my throat. “Me too Squirt. Me too.” Boy, did I miss her. More than I thought. We instantly fell back in to our lingerie same routine. Talking with Kimmie was sort of a playful dance. We were funny together – in a goofy sort of way. We talked for quite a bit before I realized… Oh shit, Taylor! “Give me a sec Kimmie. I’ll be right back.” “Oh, ok Squirt. Is there something wrong.” “No, tattoo not at all. I just have to introduce you to someone. I’ll be right back,” I grinned patting her on the thigh as I got up. I hurried over wide eyed and bushy-tailed to Taylor who was still waiting at small tits the end of the pier, but now surrounded by a group of guys, panties around my age, and obviously flirting with her. As I approached, I heard one of the guys ask for her number before I interjected, “Hey baby. Sorry for the long wait. Swinging was something she and her husband did to keep thing exciting in bed. “We call it the ‘E Club’. She held a small tits netted bodysuit and a pair of chaps and some thong underwear. “David, your friend at the panties arena has 20 tickets and their second-best suite available to you for the second show on Saturday night. His cock dangled below as he ate her. I knew who was at the door and it sure as hell wasn’t room service The vibrations from my vocal cords massaging his now rigid cock. They didn’t ask about it, tattoo and they said yes immediately, so I never told them.” They mentioned that they were hoping for a really wild time to show these friends and had even hoped to find a young man willing to strip for them at their lingerie “after the game” party. Then, with their spit as lubrication, used their strip rough fingertips (with plenty of long nails between them) to start mercilessly rubbing the cockhead. Come on, come on.” He persisted, making a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers and speaking with the kind yet stern tone all old male teachers seem to have mastered.