They'd staked out the massage parlor where Geeta worked - they frequented a strip joint across the street. Carl had been inside the massage parlor a c...uple of times. But it was too upscale for him, with the cover charge a bit high. He and Charlie had watched as Geeta left work.They saw her head across the street, looking in her purse as she did so. Realizing she was probably going to the bank, Carl told Charlie to get out and follow her closely. His plan worked perfectly. Carl had pulled up in. Particularly vociferous, if crudely expressed, appreciation was voiced regarding the two thong clad ladies as their fine young bottoms rolled from side to side in sweet co-ordination with the walking motion of their long well-muscled and shapely legs. Mrs Jenkinson, who was anxious to get things started as soon as possible, clucked disapprovingly at their tardy arrival.A crowd of eager young and not so young men soon gathered around the booth. The three scantily clad and pretty young ladies sat. His AC wasn't exactly state of the art either. So there we were all sweating over Thanksgiving turkeys and jingle bells.That's when Justin took off his shirt.He's a bit younger than I am, maybe by six or seven years. And I somehow never perceived him as handsome or physically impressive. Until he took off that shirt.He had tanned muscles in all the right places. His shoulders were wide and his belly tight as a drum. I loved how ropes of muscle rolled beneath the skin of his back. And I sure. Fuck me now. Hard and fast. Slam your cock in me.”I started sliding in and out, slowly. She lifted her legs and locked her heels over my back. She was pulling me into her with each stroke. “Harder, Frank! Fuck me hard! Make me cum!”I sped up, slamming into her as hard and fast as I was able. She was still pushing with her feet on my bottom and was gasping and moaning. I kept going. “Oh, my god, Frank, I’m cumminggg!” I slammed one more time into her. I could feel my sperm shooting out of me,.