"Done deal! You will be getting both tonight." I replied. As she walked out the door I knew that while she was staying with me, I damn sure wasn’t going to be pussy starved. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for indian 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 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 sex 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 porn interstate came through and cut off Country Club Road, that was the main entrance to the Westhill. Now there isn’t even a frontage road on that side of the property and Indian Porn all traffic comes in from the county highway on the north side. The highway department would have torn the clubhouse down, but it was far enough away from the road and close enough to 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. That section of the river is no good for fishing, so nobody goes back desi there anymore. The oldest portion of the old building has been torn down, but the newer hall, which had been added to the old building, still remains and is sometimes rented out for special occasions... except on Friday nights. The second rule of Card Club is: NOTHING is more important than Card Club. Some of the women in the Card Club are very young– in their early twenties; some are older– thirty-nine and holding; but all of them are rich... very rich... old money rich. And their Friday night sessions are more than cards. This is the regular meeting of “The Westhill Good Ol’ Girls Club.” Plans are made and deals are completed. Careers are made or destroyed. This innocuous little club is the center of power for Westhill... and for the state... and beyond. So, the meeting of the Westhill Friday Night Card Club is sacrosanct. It takes a very good excuse to miss a Card Club night. The third rule of Card Club is: ALL india debts are settled before the night is over. I explained everything to Jon and he calmed down. He is wordless and has the same horror-struck look on his face as before. “They couldn’t accept me for who I am or even acknowledge the fact that I’m not the little boy they raised.” I knew I was dreaming, but that didn’t mean I was safe. Are we going home?” She just breathed evenly and deeply. I rubbed the very tip between my thumb and finger, which to her was like a second clitoris. “Yes, Miss Adair,” I panted. I got up and moved in behind her. Funny thing, I went back to vist after I graduated and She asked me how my sex life was. He leaned up a little, his face so beautifully feminine with soft features, a few strands of his black hair haven fallen from behind his ears, his doe-like eyes wide, his porn voice almost quivering. Completely broken she suffered in silence. I couldn’t hear her cum, but I certainly could see her. It was a strange detail to focus on, the pearly cum smearing across her flesh, but my heart hammered in my chest. She said “if all of the guys do me like you did, I'm going straight”. "You're the first man I've had in 5 years, if my wife finds out I'll catch hell but you were fun, thank you." I thought about thrusting my fingers between my Indian Porn thighs and rubbing myself. 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