Barking your head on the tops of the doorways.Add to that a cash flow like a sluggish stream, choked with sludge and silt, going in no discernible dir...ction except perhaps directly downward. Home where the heart resides and all that. But it's damn near an homage to the former Soviet style of living. Almost but not quite. Not quite but close enough! At least there's no granny parked in a cot in the kitchen. Keeps me from charging down the streets in open revolt.So you wonder now, good lord, you. Of course it would only be for the excitement of seeing for themselves just what went on, and of watching other couples having sex, but of course, doing nothing themselves.______________________They'd had to fill in a brief form, prior to attending, and had been given a few basic rules of the club, but now that they were about to get ready, they realized that they had no idea of what sort of dress, if any, was the norm. Rob opted for easy casual, slip on shoes, slacks, and casual shirt for. Swinging my hips my balls slapped past a half dozen tongues and faces, swinging to and fro as I began to add thrust after thrust to my routine. The woman’s orgasms seemed to be multiplying, her cries of pleasure and bleats of joy drowning out all other commotion. The crowd supporting her turned her one way then another, corkscrewing her such that my yard of meat could penetrate her at every angle. When they doubled her over so that my penetration was completely maximized, she gave a single. Less than an inch or so had fallen. It was very light, not slippery, so walking wasn't too bad with my arm locked into Peter's.Peter was my rock, He's the man that guided me out of my narrow life, always gently pushing my limits. We had been friends for years before our affair, he and his wife with me and Tom. Then things changed. Peter was the first person that made me feel special, truly and wonderfully special inside and out. Falling secretly in love with him overran any resolve to.