My wife was attempting to take his bell end in her mouth and she was doing a fine job of it. Her mouth stretched around it as he gently caressed her h...ir. She could take no more than the head and about an inch, but she persisted with that and he was loving it. Her hand never stopped in its slow pumping motion on his shaft. For quite some time her head bobbed slowly up and down in time with her strokes. He simply lay back with his hand on his forehead, moaning quietly, loving every second of it.. It was extremely frustrating but extremely satisfying at the same time. I continued my back and forth trips every so often, taking in the sights of the young black girls. There were dark skinned ones, light skinned ones and one or two mixed ones. Back at my seat, I would constantly have to stop when a dancer or another customer come or looked my way. I didn’t want it to be obvious what I was doing. I had to look casual. This caused more unintentional self-teasing. I continued the. .' His grasp around her waist tightened, as his hand pressed deeper into her. Sliding along between her lips until he found her tight little opening. 'Well go straight to the fun then' He chuckled into her ear.'Uh.. oh please!' She cried out pathetically as she felt one thick fingers press against her hole. He didn't stop, pushing his finger into her tight little cunt. 'Mmm more you think?' He growled, gripping her waist tightly now. He withdrew only enough to add another finger, feeling her. No amount of solvent, paint thinner, MEK or Acetone had been able to clean it out so I did the only thing I could - I shaved off my beard and got a brush cut.When the call came from my boss and I realized that I would be able to make it to Steff's party I decided to have some fun with her. Steff had never seen me without the beard and she had never seen me with hair that wasn't worn long in the Seventies hippie style although I did shorten it up some as I grew older. I had the beard when I met.