There were a few heterosexual male professionals, and a few homosexual and “other” male professionals who frequented the club (no, I didn’t ask ...hat “other” meant). While male homosexual activity was basically prohibited (“It makes some guys squeamish,” Amy explained), what people did behind closed doors or outside the club was their own business. Tourists came to the club to spend money and be entertained. While tourists were mostly male, on Friday nights there was a male professional revue. . but I gambled... and the rest is this story.While a trucker drove in the next lane I slowed down and opened her top further, her hands were covering her face to block the sun but she was now awake, she knew I was up to something. She asked"why are you slowing down"... I didn't say anything. I opened her top further and now both her tits were visible but the trucker wasn't looking...I matched the speed of the truck. My hands went back to playing with her pussy which were now soaking wet... I. And thus one day, while sitting in the cafe I saw an ass, an ass that held my attention, as the girl it belonged to had bent over to pick something from the ground, and then she turned around. She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen, a round face, with those juicy lips, she had a creamy colour tone, a figure of 34 26 34, that ass was to die for, her boobs poking against her blouse, and her skirt covering those creamy legs. The way she carried herself drove me mad.That night, I. I could see his cock head through the worn material straining outward. I had to close my mouth to avoid drooling on my fathers face. After his set he recommended we switch so I could get a set or two in. From above my head I saw his cock tenting out from his jock, and I felt a few beads of sweat drip off his ass and onto my head. I almost came in my Speedo from the feeling of it, dying to just have a taste of his sweat. After we were both hot and sweaty my dad said "Fuck It lets take these damn.