I bit the other side of his left nipple. Now I mark him. In hindsight, my first fucking of the night was passive on my part. All I did was take him d...ggy-style. I was still filled with untapped energy. “You want to cum now, big boy?” I accelerated my gyrations. I felt I could rock forward and back, rub his dick on my pussy, feel his pubic hair and still have some left. I stretched out again and gripped his right tit. I looked him in his eyes, “Yes?” “Yes!” His answer gave me permission to. I got up and wandered around, back past the gay theater to the she-male room. There were more guys in there, but they weren’t really up to much. I made my way to a decent looking, middle aged guy on a sofa. He was stroking with his pants at his ankles. My kind of guy (neither of my first two contacts had enough going on to pull even a limp cock out of their pants.) I sat next to him in obvious violation of the six-foot rule and pushed my pants down as far as they would go. I reached over and. "I'd like to change my seat assignment, Mr. Hayes," I said as he looked up and acknowledged me."Oh? Is there some reason for this capricious request, Mr. Robinson?"I considered my reply for a moment and then sighed. "Let's just say that Melissa Harmon may feel a little more comfortable sitting next to Jackie Weathers than me and leave it at that," I told him.Mr. Hayes nodded. "I think Mr. Shakespeare said it best, 'They do not love that do not show their love. The course of love never did run. First it started with a long and deep French kiss. I took her mouth for a long time nearly around 10 minutes meanwhile removed her top and made her topless feeling her breast and pressing and squeezing them gently sometimes and roughly sometimes. She seems to be liked it and I could know it by her arms hugging and moving around my neck. All I wanted so badly was her pussy; I wanted to lick it till she comes twice and feel exhausted. I slowly put one of my hands inside her jeans and didn’t put.