A large ebony rastafarian wandered over and stood behind me dancing to the music that was pumping all around us, pumping so hard it even made the bars...ool vibrate where I was perched waiting for my drink. I swiveled the stool and slightly spread my legs watching his moves from behind. He had a nice looking ass-shake going on and my mind was already picturing how well he must be swinging at the front. His long dreadlocks swung against his behind and I watched the movement til the bartender. And instead of going limp, my cock hardened, embarrassingly. Ingrid smiled and said, “Been thinking about someone… someone special?" She laughed and asked, “Was it me?” Ingrid slapped my hand and said, “Let me get a good look at this. No need to hide such wonderful equipment.” She slapped it again and I moved one of my hands, she looked up towards me then back down and slapped the other hand and said, “This one too.” I slowly moved it and she looked up to me again. She lowered her head,. Right there. So good." It was some close to him, but my god just look at Gilda. She's perfect. "Oh, Patrick." Erica?!Jerking his head to the right, there she was watching him with her steel blue eyes. She laid there naked with her long legs wrapped around her husband, Daniel. With a final thrust, he held still as she shuddered. "YES Patrick." I don't know about you, Patrick, but I think you should come over here and take care of my baby. It's not like I can anymore." Daniel kissed his wife then. Dark clouds were to be seen in the distance. But I had to keep running to clear my mind. The landscape passed next to me as I was really draining my last bit of energy of the week. ‘Summer is coming along and we need to get more fit’ I told myself while I felt the bottom of the barrel approaching. Exhausted and with a last sprint after an hour of running I come home again. Noticing that you still had to return, or so I thought. Quickly I enter the bathroom and shower and rinse off all the dirt.