She went back to the locker room and decided that this place may have something to offer yet. She stripped out of her clothes, and wrapped herself in...the long towel that was provided. She went back into the room with the tables and decided that she would lie down and see what happened. She got comfortable and placed her legs into the rests. The room was warm, dark, and had some dance type music in the background. There were curtains between each table with about 6 tables per side. There. She immediately brought the side of her right little-finger onto her left palm and angled it sharply and her eyes flashed with annoyance as she signed for him to stop adding with graceful fingers, "Slow down stud One fantasy at a time."He stuck out his tongue and she laughed. "I have grown on you." Why did you pick this?" she asked him. Her hands slipped to the hem of her skirt and she tugged it down. The vest had two buttons open at the top and hugged her firm breasts. The red of her bra. Down her legs went the signals, and her knees jerked; it seemed even her toes must have curled, as waves of emotion clouded her mind. To be so used, to submit thus to her husband, that, it seemed, was the fulfillment of her life, the grand event for which all her childhood and schooling was but preparation. But suddenly it ceased. Her squashed breasts were free, and the weight was off her body, and the delicious friction no longer sent waves of sensation through her insides. It wasn't. The five-foot-eleven-inch, dark-skinned man rushed to the restroom. At the stall he pulled out his soft six inches and let a stream flow. His dick was super meaty even though it wasn’t hard. At full erection, he was nearly eleven inches long and very thick. As he had gotten older, urinating took a bit longer. The sixty year-old shook his penis and then washed his hands. He smiled at a waitress as he headed back to join his family. His phone vibrated in his pocket.He checked the text message to.