’ ***** The coffee shop was relatively quiet while most of the students were in classes. A few businessmen were having a meeting at a nearby table....A grad student I had chatted with a few times was grading quizzes from one of the classes he was teaching that semester. The owner of the independent shipping store down the street had come in for a quick break. Jania and I sat in the corner, chatting quietly, and eventually the conversation turned to her modeling, and soon encountered the topic. There was a TV showing some nice amateur interracial porn (my favorite). When we first came in, the club was kind of dead (it was about 9 pm). There were a few younger guys with nice size cocks their with ladies, some average looking bigger ladies there by themselves. Everyone seemed to know each other, and were chit-chatting casually when we walked up.Everyone was very friendly and we made small talk for a few minutes. Nobody was fucking yet, so we relaxed and talked to the locals.Now if you. Stepping into survey the damage, he paused. “I’ll need to get some tools,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” I called Carol at work, while Alex went to get his tool box. “I am so fricking horny,” I told her, “that I may just screw the neighbor.” Carol laughed. “Is he a hunk?” I hadn’t really thought about Alex. He was in his mid to late forties, height and weight proportional and a decent looking guy. But he was also very married. “Is he a happy camper?” Carol inquired. “Hell,” I replied, “I. I am pretty sure all are college grads.” “How often do you come here”? “Well, recently with Jay traveling so much I’d say once a week. We can’t afford more. For a while I wanted to come every day.” She smiled playfully but Sara thought she might be serious. “I mean I was so wound up and tight the first time I came here and well, in one hour I had three orgasms. Honey, let me tell you, after we moved sometimes I didn’t have three orgasms in a month!” Sara looked at her and Angie just kept on.