We had no particular group or neighborhood that we wanted to target, so we let the news reports choose for us. There seemed to be a particularly vicio...s gang, The Dots, operating out of a African-American neighborhood. They were concentrating on drugs and prostitution, with a little numbers and a lot of protection thrown in.Their neighborhood was called The King Place because of a now-defunct housing project called The MLK Towers. All but one of the apartment buildings had been razed, but one. Her thin arms poised in the air while she danced, deliciously curved hips swaying rhythmically to the music. She was seduction of the purest form and I knew I needed her immediately. The DJ nudged my arm, startling me back into reality. He nodded towards the beautiful woman in question, “Go for it!” He yelled. I frowned at him, my brain trying to remind him of my current non-existent status as womanizer. I have no game, so to speak. He laughed at my expression and shook his head, then messed. He walked in and closed the door behind him. The man had hung his jacket on the hook inside the door and was in pants and white shirt. He unzipped his fly and so did Harry. They hugged and kissed, giving each other tongue. Hands moved to the fly and cocks were pulled out. Both men were erect and throbbing. The man squatted and started to suck on Harry’s cock. Harry put his hands behind the man’s head when he felt he was going to cum. He let out a hoarse sound when he did. Then he switched. So, back to the surprise. On my way out the door to work one day, I asked Kim, "Do you know what day this is?" "Sure," she replied. "It's your poker night. "Yeah, but what else?" She gave me a puzzled look, shaking her head, "I don't know. What?" "It's the anniversary of our first swinging experience with Steve and Lori. I got you a little surprise in the box in the play room. I want you to put it on during the game and after it's over, I'll be down for another surprise." She loves it when she.