I had to guess that Johnny had a hard on if he wasn't jerking off, what I couldn't see at the time that he was stroking his cock but not hidden by the...bedding but in full view of my darling and horny wife. I don't know if Johnny was expecting it or just hoping it would happen, but as soon as she saw how big and hard he was she just changed partners, I was the one with my cock in the air and his was now buried to the hilt in one very damp pussy. Lucky me I got to watch my wife being fucked hard. " Ah, I was wondering what you'd be doing around Plumbago. As far as I know, there hasn't been anyone out that way in years. I used to go out that way when I was a boy. Haven't been that way in thirty years though." Is there a tavern or an inn in town?" I asked. "We haven't had a good meal in a week."The storekeeper laughed as he added up our purchases. "Yep, just down at the end of the block. Mrs. Jenkins does make a fine stew. I go there once in a while myself, since my wife died."We paid the. Her mind went from angry, to suspicious, to excited in three heartbeats. "Oh, Kurt, you tease." She searched the showers. All she could find was a single towel, no Kurt. She wrapped the towel around herself covering her flushed breasts and headed to the front. The desk was empty and the front door had been locked. Kurt would be making his evening cleanup rounds before leaving. Cindy went to his office to surprise him, but it was locked. Then she thought, 'If Kurt is locking up the workmen. Of course, there were men in the complex, waiting at tables, serving in the bars, things like that, but they came in through a rear entrance for the staff and they all had a reason to be here. Florence looked around. She couldn’t see a single one apart from those that were obviously waiting at table.Mondo Bondo was in part of the main building. Florence liked it because it was the complete antithesis of anything the party apparat-chicks (as she called the Prime Minister’s young, go-getting,.