I was there lying in the sun, when I noticed an old black man was staring at me… or better I would say, he was staring at my body…I paid not much ...ttention to him; as I lay there on a chair, closing my eyes. My loving Victor said he was tired and he went directly to bed in our room. He added he needed to enjoy a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting close to me.I smiled at him, but he said not a single word. I could see his wet bathing suit up against his cock. His bulge there seemed. Ill just say that we have a very active, twisted sex life. We have made love in many public places. Our favorite was quite by accident. We were in Las Vegas a few years ago, our room at Treasure Island faced the strip 8 floors up. We fucked on the divan in the window. It was dark out side. Inside the hotel room our lamps were bright. Just as I was about to come my wife pointed out that a group of people crossing the bridge to the Venetian and were stopping to looking at us. It was a huge turn. I came back to earth and focused on the news again just as their segment ended, and I turned off the TV. I looked down at my wang, which magically looked like it ended with the ring. The last time, the ring's center had appeared to be black. This time, there was a pulsating green glow at its center. I gave one last thrust with the ring, coaxing just one more pulse of sperm out of my member before I pulled it off. The second it was clear of my wang, the ring's center faded away and it became. He nodded again. "I know. Thanks, Tricia."She gave Jeff and Joey one more puzzling look, nodded, and shut the door behind her.They were finally alone. Joey and Lynne stood holding each other, her soft and warm body tightly pressed up against his. She stared into his eyes, trembling and tearing. Her soft breath bathed his face, and he drank in her delicate and distinct feminine musk. Her dark tear-filled eyes pulled at him."I was so scared," she whispered."It's okay. It's over." Thank you.".