As I was humming a song and jingling my keys, I suddenly felt a strong arm hook itself around my waist and pull me back into a corner. I dropped the k...ys, feeling teeth grazing against my lower lip. I didnt need to open my eyes to find out who it was. His scent, the way those arms were wrapped around my waist, the way the person had to tilt his head down to reach my lips it could only be John. I returned the kiss hungrily. God knows for how long I had wanted this the only reason I had held back. Better be your sweetheart. It will give us a couple of hours,” she nodded. I smiled back at her.“Darling, wait right there while I come to open your door,” I said. “And try not to step on my toes.”It was all kinds of fun. I wasn’t the only white face in the club. I’d had visions of the lesbian bar I’d visited years ago and didn’t think being an honorary black man would fly. It didn’t have to. Marcie took my offered hand and never let go. We had a drink and danced to some great music. They had a. Fuck the horny slut. Catcalling. Wolf whistles. I groped her tits and pounded her hard and fast. Horns blared from the bridge. An old couple stood respectfully in silence watching a young man fuck a horny mature slut dressed as a schoolgirl. All the spectators interaction had her coming all over my cock and her juices leaked on to my shorts. I pulled out of her wet cunt, grabbed her ponytail and guided mouth to my cock. "Suck me off slut" i commanded. My hand behind her head as I held my shaft. I couldn't help noticing though, that they are both pretty fit, and she especially has an ass to die for!I get out and run 3 or 4 mornings a week, and yesterday, I had just finished about 4 miles, was walking up and down the street to cool down, when they both finished a run themselves. Both were wearing running tights, as was I, and I couldn't help but notice her awesome ass, and his bulge. We stopped to chat, and finally introduce ourselves. As we talked, I was hoping that I wasn't being too.