.I eventually asked them to see if they could help me find the screw and they of course helped for a while. Then the black guy joked and said since t...ey can't find the screw they could screw me back at his place. Well, I thought about it and thought about what my husband would say about me going to a strangers house...especially two guys alone to fuck. I told them that, but said if they were serious to meet me in the ladie's restroom....hadicapped stall. They followed me. I could not. Everything in there was twenty years old..maybe thirty, including the comforter. I stepped in, he closed the door and smiled. He was a little heavier than he looked from his pictures..and a little older looking too. He was wearing Khakis and a golf shirt and socks...no shoes. After he flipped the door lock over, he held out his hands for a hug and told me I am more beautiful than my pics. I could barely even say Thank You because of the lump in my throat, I just kinda nervously. "You look incredible. Your pictures were sexy, but they don't do you justice." Thank you," I blushed. "Can I get you a drink? Glass of wine?" That would be great, thanks."Dan rose to go get a glass of wine for me and my date."That's Dan, but you can just ignore him for now."I led Eric to the living room couch and as we sat I placed my hand on his thigh and immediately recoiled. My fingers had been almost halfway to his knee and I had felt his bulge all the way down there. He laughed."Don't be. ” Elise said frankly as she started to unbuckle her boots. Now that she was wearing only skintight clothes, A few of the room’s occupants had begun to notice a rather unusual feature of the woman.“On what authority?” Evund asks after a slight chuckle at her bluntness.“Hold on a moment, I’m getting to that part.” Elise grabs at the bottom of her shirt then turns around so her back is facing Evund and pulls it up over her head before tossing it to the ground. The amusement on Evund’s face drains.