All the benches were filling up and a couple of men asked if they could share our bench. I welcomed the opportunity to flirt. "Please join us" I said... One sat one side and the other sat on my side. I couldn't help but show him what was on offer. I sat astride the bench, exposing my pussy (my now very wet pussy) to the guy. The shorts were right up my pussy and the lips were hanging out the side. He couldn't stop staring. My tits were hard and the nipples erect. My husband suggested we go. Photos of the famous and infamous denizens of the best little bar on the west coast ... of Michigan.Right in the very middle is a black framed picture of Albert Fromm, Husband, Father and Engineer, over an original Jean Fromm oil portrait of the Edmond Fitzgerald. That portrait was surrounded by twenty-eight photos of the officers and crewmen ... lost eleven years ago this coming November just short of Whitefish Bay on the Big Lake.There are photos of Pro Football players, Princes, Olympic Gold. I want some privacy where I can think."John eyed the computer with great suspicion but decided not to share his thoughts with her.Rob, Brenda, and Tracy watched and laughed the whole time. “That network message-send worked great. And she is so convinced we were Kurt, whoever he is.”They toasted themselves then went up to the bedroom for a nice gentle nightcap of loving sex.The morning started with a 6 AM phone call, Cyd."Hi handsome, we still on for later?" Sure, come on by, but don't count on. The story is set in India.Just like every other day, i had gone to a public park for a jog. Since it was india, the park had many homeless people. while jogging, I noticed a hot girl in rags, who seemed to be almost as old as me. She was searching for food in the dumpsters when I noticed her, and the wildest of fantasies popped up in my head.... would she let me bang her for money...?I crossed her and continued my jog with the fantasy in my mind. After completing a round of the park, i returned.