Now, for some reason, steam rooms make me horny and so do black men. So here I was on my knees in a steam room sucking a black cock with raging hard-o....I had lost all track of time and failed to notice the steam room had been filling up with other men who were now watching the sex show I was putting on. Sometime after I saw the other men in the room, I felt a couple pairs of hands running over my body, squeezing my ass, and stroking my hard cock. My towel had been removed and dropped on the. Oh God! Am I ever ready! Let's take this to the bedroom and do what I've been wanting to do with you," she said, rising and pulling me up with her.We were out of our clothes in a minute and for the first time, I got a look at her imperfect leg. It wasn't as withered or unattractive as I expected. Her thigh and calf were smaller in thickness than her good leg, which was crooked at the knee, but otherwise looked almost normal. She wasn't trying to hide it and I was grateful for that. I felt it. After about the third layer was removed from her upper half, I was astounded to find she had, not the 1950’s style ‘bullet-proof’ brassiere I had expected, but a beautifully delicate and lacy creation in gold and black lace! The sight of her tender young pert breasts filling such a garment and displayed so perfectly turned me on SO much the erection in my trousers was threatening to burst out on its own!I reached out to try and touch her as she turned, figuring that this display was only. She stopped changing channels before she got to the music. On the screen, two women were busy eating each other’s pussy. “I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said. “Can we watch for a minute? Maybe a guy will show up.” Ashley started to lie alongside, between me and the TV, but first I pulled off her pajamas. There wasn’t a lot of room on the twin bed. We settled into the two spoons position. I didn’t mind the break from masturbating, not when it meant I could touch her. I pressed my hard.