The aroma was so heady, the smell of their lovemaking. I ventured a lick. Then another. Soon I was fully immersed, as I paid homage to their love unio.... Yes, to put it crudely, I was licking & kissing their fuck! I was giving their lovemaking not just my approval, but by worshipping it, was giving this couple my blessing---this man in the process of inseminating my lovely wife! Naturally both must have been aware of my actions, but neither spoke. Maybe they were too engrossed to notice. The. The urinals are empty (for a change), but the stalls are full. You can usually count on at least one guy, idly stroking his meat and looking around. A lot of these guys aren't into touching; they just want to show off what they've got. That's cool. I like to look. I walk in the direction of the stalls, scraping my feet as I go (Unwritten Rule #1: Make Noise. Let people know you're there.). In the stall nearest me, a man starts breathing in explosive puffs and I can see his feet shifting. . Kaylee and I sat at the computer in the pool house. Her hand expertly moved the presentation mouse that was just the right size for a five year-old. As she clicked on each of the eggs, she counted along with Elmo until all the eggs showed a number and then we got out of our chair and did the chicken dance. Then we did it all over again."When's Momma gonna have her baby?" she asked me."I don't know, sweetie, any day now," I replied, then kissed her cheek. "I wanted to tell you that you've been. "And I'll take care of them anytime you want," I told her as I noticed Sue stand up. I watched in pleasure filled amazement as she removed her skirt. Sue glanced at me, then Wendy, then back at me and started chuckling as she said, "Hey! If she can be like that, so can I, right?!" I was in delightful sexual shock for a few moments as I surveyed Sue's equally appealing and sexy legs. "Absolutely!" I finally whole-heartedly agreed as I tried to see if Sue did or did not have anything else on her.