One chap said he'd heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn't we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So w... all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week before. Standing at the door I could see a few women and girls sitting talking to each other, and men at the. After several minutes I heard shuffling on the gravel path outside the toilet block and then the sound of the metal door being pulled aside, silently I sat there listening, slowly footsteps began to crunch their way across the debris strewn floor, nervously I began to sit up wondering who may be just outside the cubicle door, when suddenly a deep Caribbean voice asked if there was anybody still in here. Tentatively I replied that there was, it then began to dawn on me that this was probably the. It was if she never wanted to let me go. I started slowly and lovingly with a slow steady rhythm. After a couple of minutes, pure passion and lust took over. As I pumped my cock into her womanhood, she arched her hips and met my every body movement. I could feel her vaginal muscle clutch my penis. All during this time, we were both uttering filth. The words were flowing from our mouths. It did not sound like two college graduates but crazed lovers. We were reaching our pinnacle of sexual. So she wants to give the guy a show aye !!. I raised myself into a kneeling position as my fingers did there work. I kissed Brenda so the watcher could appreciatte the picture and then moved to her breasts and nipples. My body was arched so the veiwer could see my movements. My hands encircled one of hers breast and I softly squeezed it pushing her nipple to the pinicale. I lowered my head and as I did so I turned and looked at the watcher. I pushed out my tonge and let it's tip touch the top.