"Quick..." you say and before you know it, the barrel lifts off of your shoulder and you watch as the friendly springs past quietly to the other side ...of the street.You take a good look as the man runs across. He's clearly nervouse due to the sweat rolling down his dark skin.Once he makes it, you do the same as him and sprint across. You too make it across without them detecting either of you."In here..." he says as he presses up next to a door. You then do the same on the other side and nod at. You see all sorts of sexual items on the table; vibrator’ s, feathers, furry mitts, miscellaneous chains, some clamps, a paddle, and a small whip. “What to do, what to do” I say before reaching down and grabbing two furry mittens. I place one on each of my hands and move back in front of you. I reach out and glide my hands over your body gently, watching as you get goose bumps wherever I touch, closing your eyes and moaning at the pleasure it’s giving you. I slide up and down your arms. What bothered Rick most was how intently Angie seemed to be listening to whatever it was the black guy next to her was saying. Rick also didn't like that this guy's hand was on the back of Angie's chair, creating a lot of proximity between them, and possibly even rubbing against her back.Rick tried messaging both Christine and Angie, but received no response from either for a long time. After another twenty minutes he got a text from Angie, which said that they were at some bar having a couple. OMG I thought as I looked her up and down. She was a Milf of the finest I had ever laid eyes on. I just stood and looked in amazement. She was tall, extremly attractive, shoulder length dark curley hair, amazing eyes and such a pretty face. I was rooted to the spot in total owe of this sexual b**st, my complete sexual fantasy was there stood in front of me. Then in a quick flash she glanced across at me, gave a brief smile, flicked her hair away from her face and then she headed off down the.