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I am moaning and Mitch is now hard and moving in me. As I moan out my reaction to the insistent tongue, I search Mitch’s eyes for an indication from...him, a smile forms across his face. “This doesn’t disgust you, then?” He doesn’t even answer me, he pulls me to him and rolls us over, breaking Blackie’s contact, and is now in position to fuck me missionary. Which he does. The intensity that comes from him in this second fuck is tremendous, not viscous or brutal or abusive in any way. He is still. I leaned on and with my face close to her neck, took in the familiar scent of her perfume. Then with my mouth close to her ear, whispered, “I need you!” She leaned back, almost taken back, and looked me in the eyes. Then she leaned forward and whispered back, “You can have me.”I took her hand. Yes, I know she is a he and I didn’t care. I took her hand and held her out of the club. She waved good by to her friends and in a shower of hoots and howlers, we left. Once outside, I spun her around. More

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