He grinned, told me it was late and the place would be closing soon and suggested that I go ahead and use one of the men’s shower stalls. He said t...at if I’d hurry he would lock the door and wait outside. I decided that it was worth it to save time before going to meet my husband after he got off work. I entered the men’s shower and removed the large bath sheet covering my naked little body. I got under the soothing, hot spray and as I soaped up I became more than just a little turned-on. It stuck out the front a few inches and my wife squeezed her legs together. I watched her thigh muscles twitch as she squeezed this black meat with her pussy. Ana started moaning and had her first of many wild orgasms. After she had cum she motioned for Bruce to come to her and while she still had Tom gripped tightly between her legs, she bent over and took Bruce’s cock in her delicate mouth. I watched her wiggling her ass as she sucked this second black bastard. I soon noticed Tom was bucking. I said no. He then wanted to know why, if I was not a homosexual, that I submitted to being fucked and to sucking Andy's cock. I had no answer. He parked his car, put his arm around me, and pulled me to him. I did not resist. I wanted to feel his beard on my cheeks. He was so strong. I realized at that moment that I had been still looking at him as one male to another, but, now, that I was in his arms, as a girl, I was amazed at how small I really was, and, I´ll loved the feeling. This is what. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me.