It was usually full of single guys and occasionally couples (and a single woman who came along frequently and who would take up occupancy in one of th... playrooms until every guy in the place had played with her or until she became bored). I would go along probably once a month. One week I went along and there was a couple, a very BBW with her husband. The first time I met them it was clear they were new to the scene and she was watching intently everything going on. We talked about everything. ”He began a third circuit up her backbone, and began to sweat a little. Some of it was exertion, but some of it was the heat of the sensuality that passed between them.By the fifth circuit, he had lost count. His penis head had burst beyond the elastic waistband of the panty under his slacks, and the elastic stretched just under the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and concentrated on obeying her. He could not ejaculate. Could not…could not…could not….His mind wandered back to how they met. He heard me and put the magazine down slowly. "Oh my god. Get over here, baby. I want to look at you more," he said smiling. I walked over to him and he eyed my up and down. He smiled and picked me up by the waist and set me on the counter. "It's all for you, baby," I moaned as he began kissing my neck. My fantasy was coming true. Sex in the kitchen was all I ever wanted. He looked me in the eyes and we began to kiss. I bit his lip and his hand moved to my breast. He rubbed it slowly over my. I continue my path, half kissing, half biting my way up your creamy thighs. You moan, telling me you need me inside you, a request I can’t deny. My lips come back up to yours as I find your tongue, soft and sweet. With cautiously desperate hands you would unbuckle my belt and slide my pants off. I roll onto my back, pulling you on top of me, I want to look at you as I make love to you. You straddle me, bracing your palms against my chest, my erection lightly against your entrance. You pause,.