So the counters on the walls made sense.When Osborn and I went in, there were probably a hundred people inside. All of them seemed to have the haircut... of either marines or punk rockers. There was a jukebox built right into the middle of the floor. A very tight dance floor all around it made for a music in the round experience."Osborn, want to guess how many men are going to paw us before we get out of here?" I asked."Do you really think we are going to get out of here. I have been so good for. Angela (my wife) had always been concerned with her weight, but I loved the way she looked and always reassured her that she was attractive. At 5 feet 8 inches she was not short, but her ample 40D bosom and wide hips gave her a voluptuous appearance, here shoulder length dark hair was not as long as it used to be, but I still liked it. Angela always attended office parties and often went out for nights with her ‘girl’ friends, so I presumed she had met somebody then.I booked a week off work. She was in this position for a short time when she heard a buzzing sound in the distance. Barbara tried to ignore the noise, but it was becoming increasingly louder as if the source was moving closer. The buzzing motor sound was very loud. As Barbara raised her head to look behind her at the cove she was suddenly struck with a stream of water.The two jet skis had entered the cove at full throttle and pulled a sharp U-turn sending spray on the beach and of course soaking Barbara. Barbara flipped. She got almost the whole way down and began to gag. Her gagging on my cock was really hot and made me want to grab her head and force it down, but being a gentleman I let her do as she wished. She pulled it out until just the head was in her mouth and looked up at me. Her tears made mascara run down her face and she looked up and pulled the head out and smiled at me saying that she will get it down her throat. she helped me step out of my jeans and led me backwards to the bed. She laid on top.