Stopping on the way to leave a message for Caroline at the desk telling her which room I was in. The tall blonde was just going off shift leaving a sm...rt young man to tend the bar. I thought I would stick to something light and ordered a Bacardi and coke. There were a few people in the lounge and a woman sitting on her own reading a paper. I watched as she folded the paper and laid it on her table. Getting up I walked over and asked if I could borrow her paper, she replied with a quaint. After nervously downing my drink (Jack and Coke) my foot and leg started subconsciously moving to the music and soon one of the guys asked me to dance. That started a chain reaction and I was glad for a slow song as I was really starting to get worn out. The guy that took me on the slow dance began caressing my ass and back, then he began nibbling on my neck and ears. Soon he worked his way up to my lips and I didn't resist one bit. Before I knew what was happening we weren't moving to the. Now, I would not breath a word of this to anyone but I am intrigued. Do you prefer old ladies, sexually? Getting hot under the collar, I just nodded. She went on, ‘two of those ladies I found are married, do their husbands get involved as well?’Again, I nodded.‘Well, that’s nice because, whilst my hubby and I used to be very intimate, the problem is that in our younger days we always had threesomes with other man because Alec, could only get a really good erection with the three of us playing. He touched each small, rough crescent briefly, reminders of his hard-fought knowledge.No! Clenching his fist around the moist bills, he straightened his back and strode further into the shadows. He had enough. He had to have enough. He would make it work."Dammit, man! I told you not to bother me with this penny-ante shit again!" The black teenager swatted the man's outstretched hands away, the offering cupped within scattering over the rough ground. "Don't you get it, you funk-ass bastard! You.