”“OK let’s watch this first,” said Nancy coming in and flouncing busily next to him on the couch, still in her robe. He loved her perfume and ...the way the robe slid to expose a bit of her thigh and her bony knee, which she noticed and concealed again. “This is going to be my surprise cabaret at your Dad’s birthday party.” she chuckled, pointing at the TV. Tony didn’t know there was going to be one.“Can you tell who that is?” Nancy snickered. They were watching an old fashioned, from the 60s,. He loved ramming his huge cock in the senators tight ass and fucking him till the senator could barely walk. They both were freaks for good rough hard ass fucking. Max loved feeling the cum shoot out his cock into an asshole. He had been gay all his life and was great as a lover. He sucked cock and fucked ass the best the senator had ever had. He always fucked and sucked the senator more than once a day. Max sucked the senators cock deep and played with his balls then pushed two fingers in his. The sex part that is, the flirting that was always there. Then recently we both went for what we each knew the other wanted and now we get it on most weeks. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention a sore back and he says let me give you a massage, I am pretty good at it.He said to grab two small towels in case my hubby entered as we were dangerously close to his return time, as if towels would somehow make it either explainable or acceptable, and we headed to my bedroom. I knew this was this. It was October and the nights were getting cold, and when I saw her she was wearing calf-length black boots and a black cloth coat that came down to her knees. She was wearing her glasses and carrying some books and looked very studious.There were a few other people in or near the plexiglas shelter. They all looked ghostly in the dim light from the street lamp. Carol pretended not to know me. She was standing in front of the bench, near one wall of the shelter and when I sat down next to her.