It was more of a town than anything else. For example, there wasonly one place in the entire "city" that sold cigarettes twenty-fourhours a day and it...involved a ?10 taxi fare if you ran out of cigarettesat two in the morning because the only place was a garage three milesaway.If there was one thing more than anything I hated about this so-calledcity, it was homophobia was generally acceptable and ripping on gays wasalways the "in" thing.I found it even harder as I got ripped on by other gays. But there they were, and the two seats at the end of the bar were free, just like the week before. They sat down, neither of them sparing a glance my direction, and I turned my attention back to my pipe.As Gabriel talked about the Fat Witch brownies he'd ordered from Chelsea Market, I once again studied the brunette. She was wearing an elegant suit of dark pinstripe fabric, a white dress shirt, and a patterned red tie. The skirt was cut to mid-thigh, and showed off her tanned, elegant legs. The. I was busting to know if I was right and wondered how I could find out without ruining the moment. I moved my hips slightly to see if things would stop but whoever was working on my now rock hard and throbbing cock kept right on going. Slowly I slid my hand down. If I could feel her hair I would know right away if it was my wife or Cathy down there. Just as my hand was about there she stopped sucking on me and pulled her head back. I froze hoping that I didn't ruin everything. At first she. Talk to me while Ron fucks me from behind,” Carmen instructed as she positioned herself and Ron sideways on the bed only a few feet from Zena, with her feet pointing towards Zena.Carmen had positioned herself perfectly so that as Ron entered her Zena would have an unobstructed view.“Watch the way Ron does this Zena. It’s his specialty.”As Carmen was saying this Ron was positioning himself to enter Carmen and used both of his hands to grip the cheeks of her arse, as he entered her, sure in his.