After about an hour, the bar had begun to fill, and the din had begun to make reading difficult. He placed the book back in his knapsack, and laid bac... down to close his eyes to immerse himself in the music.Some time later, hearing some people sit at the he bench adjacent to his he looked up to see. A group of women had taken a seat on the bench adjacent to his, above his head from his perspective.One woman in a green skirt, tight blouse, and a little too much makeup, was standing chatting with. Sometimes (more often as time went on), I would think about mfm or my wife screwing someone else while I watched. It really turned me on. More so me then my wife. While out to dinner after a few drinks I might mention her fucking the waiter as his tip, or even taking on the i*****l alien kitchen crew. In an upscale hotel one night I called room service and waited in the darkened bedroom as she let the man in to deliver our order while wearing a sexy outfit. I had told her if he tried something,. I really didn’t blame her because the main reason I had taken Bronkowski along was to give me some slack from humping duties with Mercedes, Amy, Misty and the red-haired imp.We arrived at dusk and Amy and Misty were dumbfounded at the presence of the huge Bronkowski. Eventually, Misty lost her customary shyness and perched her pretty heart-shaped ass on his knee pressing her heated pussy on his bare leg like she was riding a wild horse in a rodeo. The big guy reacted just as I would have. "You have two days to bring me back my money," I said in my serious voice."Relax. You think you're a pimp!" She said, playfully hitting me.She went on to talk to her friend Ashley who was not far from earshot when I heard the phrase softly:"Do you want to see what kind of panties I have on?"I jerked my head along with my penis. The Sweetheart showed them to her. Ashley told her in detail. I was hard. I escaped out the door while I could and looked down."Down, boy. Down," I said quietly to my.