I got in the stall and took out my cock and began stroking. I was startled when I heard a light tapping on the stall door. I immediately stopped strok...ng and said, "Who is there?" A low voice said, "Let me in, please."Not knowing what to do, I asked, "Who are you and what do you want?" I just want to suck your cock," He replied.Slowly I opened the stall door and saw the young man. He quickly entered, dropped to his knees, and took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me. I was in a state. That his wife had "disconnected," as she put it, under the stress of the bubbling excitement and all the activity at the swinger's hotel last year still depressed him at times. Even though she swore she would never again yield to a temptation to keep him in the dark about anything, Brad had doubts.Ashley seemed sincere though. He had no reason to doubt her... not really. He decided she probably meant what she said. It didn't cheer him much on those occasions when he let himself brood on the. Good girl, she told me, and patted my cheek like a grandmother might do. For two or three weeks after our first encounter, things would work relatively the same way. I would kneel in front of Hanks chair while he pulled out his enormous cock, and would place the head of it inside my mouth. If I ever showed any reluctance, Hank would grab my hair, wrap his hand around my throat and pull me toward him, or otherwise push me into the position he wanted me in, and Mildred would hold me in place. Oh, that cheeky smile is back. He doesn't give in; he can feel I’m close. He knows my body so well, how can he? I don’t care, I just want him. He pounds down into me harder, with a hungry need. The way he touches my clit, pushes me on. I lift my hips, a wave of orgasm hits me, uncontrollable, shuddering with contractions. The sweet and final cry for him is growling out, as he covers my mouth in kisses, muffling the cries. I hear him groan against my lips, his pace jerks forward. His own.