As James and I left the hotel suite, Steve said, “If you’re not in a hurry, how about we stop in at the rooftop lounge, and get a drink?”
James said, “Sounds good to me, how about you Al?”
I said, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”
With it being a weekday, the lounge was not crowded, and we got a table right out on the patio deck, with the lights of the city glimmering below us. It had been a hot night, inside as well as outside, and a cooling breeze was starting to chase away the daytime heat. I got my favorite drink, a Cuba Libre, and we sat, sipping, and Steve got chatty again.
“I was made partner just before Sylvia, so my first gangbang was old man Foster’s wife, Dolly. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her as a wife, that solid full body, her begging us on to fuck her and cum in her, in that Southern accent, she sucks like a Hoover, her cunt milking action is superb, and ramming her tight asshole, the feel of my pelvis smacking against her full bumpers, god, what a ride!”