Of course I needed to let her give me the admission stamp, but then, Anne’s words - whatever happens - raced around my head, and I just stood there,...my mouth opening and closing like a fish’s, my cheeks flushed a bright red, and my chest heaving. “What’s she got behind her back?” The woman, Lucy, wanted to know, and her lips grew tighter. Her fingernails started to drum an impatient rhythm on the counter. “Got anything to hide, Bunnie?” “N - no, Lucy”, I managed to stammer, but that was, of. My excitement was crushing the thought of seeing the couple I had fanaticized about. The fit woman and her black Adonis in the throes of passion and if caught I could simply play dumb. After all they are having sex in the men’s locker room. As I softly pushed the door open though I could not have been more wrong or have been prepared for what I saw. The black man stood shirtless with his shorts at his ankles. With an enormous semi erect cock and my gorgeous wife on her knees in front of him a. With the opening of a space into which we could dance, the group of us were putting on a show, and soon we had a few others join in-regulars or so they said-and we were being guided into the dark, back corner of the dance floor. In that corner of the club, it was private and we continued our little show, only now it was in earnest as the delicious feeling the wine gave washed any sort of morals or embarrassment away.I was unbuttoning Levis ' shirt and pulling him to me with the sleeves, as he. "It's been a few years, hasn't it, Robby?" Sally said as she reached down to take her brother's cock in her hand, stroking it. All it took was those few moments of stroking to get Robby up to full mast, to his full, thick, steel hard nine inches, dimensions Sally had made a point of highlighting for her husband, guessing correctly the reference to length and girth was certain to pique his interest, which it had.Sally licked her lips provocatively."Mind if I have a taste, bro? For old times.