I encourage your comments please. WARNING! All of my writing is intended oral for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if asian you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. The Friday Night Card Club has been a staple of life at the Westhill Country Club for over seventy years. The criteria for membership are simple. You have to be a member of the country club. You have to be invited to join. You have to be a woman. And, most importantly, you have to be willing to abide by all of the rules of the Card Club. The first rule of Card Club is: NOBODY talks about Card Club. The Friday Night Card Club meets at the old club house located at what is now the back of the golf course. Before the interstate came through and cut off Country Club Road, that japanese was the main entrance to the Westhill. Now there isn’t even a frontage road on that side of the property and all traffic comes in from the county highway on the north side. The highway department would have torn interracial the clubhouse down, but it was far enough away from the road and close enough to blowjob the river that it ended up almost under the approaches to the new bridge but out of the way– and even out of sight– of the highway. I guess I japanese was going to have to make her as mad as I could. He snaked his blowjob tongue out to lap at her tunnel, alternating with kissing her clit. Grace couldn't get a word in edgewise, and Wade wisely didn't even try. Caressing her breasts and interracial stomach. Adam Watson.” Go figure, there was no response. "Oh, silence now?" he asked, forcing his cock asian back into her pussy in another hard thrust. “Then I am taking you and your beautiful wife to dinner and then back to my place.” She grinned. Debbie was shocked but leant back to oral allow him easier access. I only really had eyes for Sarah. I replied. “What do you like? They always were. Well how about half and half I want to