Boring. Stale. Hell, even to say we were just above platonic might be giving us more credit than we deserve. We have sex once a month, maybe. When we ...o its rub here, lick there, insert A into B, and…we’re done. I can barely stand the excitement. We’ve been married for 8 years, I thought. Eight years of last-minute gas station chocolates, hastily picked roadside flowers, and almost no romance. I don’t know why I thought this year would be any different. After all, he doesn’t see the way I ache. Simon took a step forward, quickly feeling the tip of his cock engulfed by her hot mouth. "JAH!" he moaned in delight. "Dis woman is good. She be deep throatin ma dick mon." Simon grunted as Olivia bobbed her head. "I can see why you been wantin her all dese years, mon. She's a natural."The Baron snorted watching the Queen of hearts sucking off Semen Sez. "She's had practice," he told Simon. He didn't like sharing her with the albino. Semen was an ugly freak, but he needed the Rastafarian at. She was putting her phone in a small hand bag and said she probably could come by late night...I stood up and walked over, putting my hands on her hips from behind. I kissed her neck. She resisted and this excited me.I asked if she had a thong on. Ana said now she was not wearing any thong; but she had a pair of nylon hose panties for wear later; after Carl had filled her cunt; so she would save a good black cream pie for me…I begged Ana to kiss her wet pussy before leaving; but she refused.But. We made the acquaintance of the black bartender, his name was John. He was from New York City and was actually the Bar manager who was filling in for his regular bartender. After quite a few drinks, the place had thinned out to about 5 people including us. John was entertaining was with stories and bar tricks. I could see that Donna was getting a little drunk and the conservation turned to sex. John got right into the conversation with us. The restaurant bar closed at 12:00 A.M. and John was.