In the end, I went around the corner to a local bar and found myself a spot at the rail. They had plenty of tables outside, typically full, but not a ...ingle one occupied today. Inside the air conditioning labored to keep the temperatures tolerable.“What’ll ye have?” the gal behind the bar asked, her accent hard to place.I glanced at the taps.“Let me have the Throttled Dick IPA.”“Brave man,” she said.“Oh, I don’t know. No one has offered to throttle my dick lately, or even look at it. Why was I trying to figure that out?“Sir?” I hadn’t noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by. He had tried to hide it, but a wife knows these things. She didn’t mind, in fact, she could see the attraction now, watching her face as Darnell worked his magic. She had her eyes closed, her head bobbing as Darnell moved, her full lips parted just a bit with her heavy breathing.Karen stared and stared at her face and then, she’s not sure why, she pulled her wet fingers from between her legs and pushed them into Stacey’s waiting mouth. Helpless to resist, she began to suckle Karen’s fingers,. I was hoping for a little nookie, but the wife was too tired. It wasn’t the first time I wandered downstairs a little frustrated, quite a bit horny and not very sleepy. After making myself a drink, I settled in front of the tube but after channel surfing for a bit, nothing really caught my interest. I wandered back out to the kitchen and made myself another drink. That’s when I noticed that the shed light was still on. With a nervous tingle of anticipation, I turned on the cam monitor and.