I pulled his shirt up and started rubbing my full beard on his stomach and chest. His reaction was just a low moan. I still had my hand on his are c...ck. I worked my hand slowly up and under the waistband of his sweat pants, and down inside to his waiting dick.To my surprise he had underwear on. No, now just underwear but ladies panties... Lace and silk ladies panties...This butch looking hunk.. I could not believe what I was feeling. Mike reached down and pushed off his sweat pants down. Seating was pretty much at larger tables so I found an empty area and sat down to eat. A few minutes later an old woman sat down next to me as it was about the only seat now available. She introduced herself as Joyce and told me she lived locally and just loved to come in and listen to the music. She was a gray haired slender woman who I later found out was seventy six years young.As the evening progressed it became apparent that Joyce knew a little bit about all of the locals there. She’d tell. Long tentacles rose from the floor and archedover, one of the disappeared between her arse cheeks as the sixth of herarse rapes continued.Alicia sat on the imps cock, her dazed body faced away from him;her long legs daggled lifeless either side, she was held tight; his thinlong arms wrapped around her naked body as he humped her up and down hislength, the foul tongue licking her neck as its fingers enjoyed her firmpliable tits.Her face stared forward, her head unable to move, her mouth. ‘You don’t have to hold back for me,’ she replied, before gently closing her lips around one of hisnipples and bathing it in the wetness of her soft tongue. ‘But you haven’t…’ he began, before he was distracted by a sudden squeeze delivered to his stiff member by his lover’s powerful inner muscles. ‘Aaahhhh!’ ‘Just do it,’ she moaned, trailing wet kisses down his bare chest. ‘I want to feel you filling me up with your come.’ ‘I don’t know how much I’ve got left,’ he gasped, with a chuckle..