It’s well over two weeks since my last non-husband coitus. I miss Dan — but even he now tells me “Stay home.” So, we text back and forth stuff...but I'm really tired of masturbating to porn and his fantasy messages. I work from home but there isn't much of that and I have a lot of free time on my hands. I go for walks around the town and woods, sometimes ride my bike ride if it's warm — but there are no parties, no adventures, and no music. In fact, no bloody fun. Okay, tons of people are. I asked her if she wouldn't mind me licking the sauce off of her belly and her pubic crest. I motioned to Markus to get on his knee's and lick the sauce off of her belly. She then spread her legs and asked me if I could get the sauce that ran down on her pussy. She was really feeling the wine , she had drank a half of a bottle with three pills crushed up in them. I asked her if I could hand cuff your hand behind her back and she sure. I didn't want her grabbing Markus head as she started to. "Please, no, please, my husband." Shush lady you know you want this." But..." Shush."More grunts and moans followed.Petra sat back down again, she pulled her skirt and pushed down her knickers and her hand crept between her legs stroking her private parts.The next few minutes seem to last forever.Eventually there was only silence. She heard the flush from the next cubicle and then the cubicle door opened. She sat back for a moment then she heard a different male voice from the next cubicle. Both cunts would be fucked at least 10 to 15 times each over the next two days. (There were probably about 6 of us looking forward to enjoying ourselves)As the booze took hold, red head started to get giggly, dancing around the room like a real little slut while her sister sat there looking bored, that changed when one of the guys sat down beside her and began to feel her tits up, at that she began to protest. The guy only grinned at her and two of the other came over. I think that when she.