By 10pm my wife was gone. She could barely keep her eyes open and was leaning on me or would fall off on the shoulders of the guy next to me. I didn't...know it but under the table her short skirt had ridden up to her waist and the guy next to her could see everything just perfect. The band started playing at 10pm on schedule and I was really getting into the music. My wife was passed out and the waitress saw she was having problems staying in her seat. She wondered if we would like to take my. Your cock meeting my cervix, pushing against it every time, you lifting me and lowering me onto yourself, as you lever up to meet me. Slamming into me, burying your head into my neck you nip at my neck and shoulder, no doubt leaving marks for the next day. Your fingers digging so deeply into my hips I'm sure I'll be marked there tomorrow as well.Over and over you pound into me, no words, just the sounds of flesh pounding into damp flesh and my moans and whimpers. You reach up and wrap your hand. It was for celebrity guys who were straight, but secretly liked the idea of other naked men. This was the only way that they could get their rocks off without the possibility of the press finding out. Tom had already got 23 members and it was growing steadily. Gareth’s cock had stopped growing as it was fully engorged and he was ready to spill his load. I need to make a decision before I cum, he said, and in a lustful mood picked a young man called Stephen. He was 19, had black hair and a good. I was dripping water onto the floor, outside the shower cubicle the air was cool, giving me goose bumps.“Angela…” I called through the door.“Yes, Annie?”“Can you hand me a towel?” I asked, sheepishly.“Sure, hang on!”, She chuckled.The door opened just wide enough for a slender arm to emerge, holding the towel. I stepped forward and took it, lifting it up and around my shoulders. I felt a sudden draft on my naked body as the swung open. Angela stood naked in the doorway, staring at.