ONE NIGHT AT ABOUT TWELVE MIDNIGHT IT WAS A FRIDAY GOING ON TO SATURDAY HE DECIDED TO GO TO PLATO'S WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AT THE TIME (WHO WAS A SWINGER...JUST LIKE HIM)WHEN THEY ARRIVED THE PLACE WAS IN FULL SWING HE NOTICED A COUPLE THAT HE HAD NOT SEEN THERE BEFORE AND HE ENQUIRED TO THE OWNER OF THE PLACE ( HIS NAME WAS LARRY LEVINSON SELF PROCLAIMED KING OF SWING) WHO THEY WERE? HE SAID THAT THEY WERE FROM BUFFALO AND WERE JUST VISITNG THE CITY AND HEARD OF THIS PLACE AND WANTED TO CHECK IT. ) I look at myself in one of the many mirrors that line the hall. I cannot see that I am shaking but I feel as though I am absolutely vibrating with anticipation. I straighten my silver tie, and adjust the starched collar that rises from my black suit. First impressions are everything I think to myself. It is just turning seven and I walk to within twenty feet the doors, full of expectation. I hold in my hand, a single red rose, our agreed upon sign so you would be absolutely sure of who I was.. . I hate you!"I laughed hugely before aiming my eyes back to the place between our bodies - where my hard pole move in and out of her sexy wet hole. Her inner labia appearing to cling to my hard cock possessively at each withdrawal.Her grunting was getting louder and I knew what that meant!"Tell me you love my cock?" I stopped my movements - knowing the threats I had to use to get her to agree to say any such thing. She would never willingly say any bawdy comment - no matter how intimate we are. One was a cheerleader and the other was valedictorian. Everyone continued calling me Aggie. Ever since high school they called me that never once calling me Robert or Bobby. I was about ready to hit the next person that called me Aggie. ‘Is that you Aggie?’ When I turned around I saw a thing of beauty glowing before me. An african american princess very petite, curly brown locks, and golden brown skin. The dress she wore was jet black and off the shoulders, and she had a nice pair of shoulders..