Now, just saying it to Tom, she felt it with him. Literally … she felt it. His softening cock she was squeezing with her pussy in an attempt to st...mulate … it twitched inside her.She held his gaze and explained. “It was … I don’t know … it just happened.” They hadn’t intended on it happening. Not the first time, anyway. The first time, he challenged. “Well, we did it twice. The first time I was merely consoling her after her breakup. You know … I held her, hugged her, stroking her arm. This time I wasn't even watching the porn. I was just focused on his cock and my hand giving him pleasure. He had a nice dick. Little bit bigger than mine, but really nice looking. He had little hair and his body was pretty thin. I was turned completely towards him with my back to the porn running on his computer and giving him a handjob with both of my hands. After some time the video ended, but he didn't change to a new one. Just told me to keep going. He was making noises and grunts I had. Yes, even more so than usual! I had been really hot since I'd woken up. I was still thinking about my amazing time at the park and that got me incredibly frisky. My pussy was soaking, and I was having trouble keeping my clothes on. I put my hair into a pony tail and I was soon walking around the house naked. I went down to the basement and got on our treadmill. I turned it to a slow pace and began to walk. As I exercised naked, I thought about what I wanted to do. I couldn't keep my hands off. They're local, successful, olderbusinessmen, who pay the store for the privilege of wanking our littlewilies until we make spermies. They're daddies!'" Terror gripped myheart.Men?!?!?!I couldn't.It was gay.It was horrible.It wasn't me.But Rhonda was so insistent.And my ballbag was bursting with hot, thick, creamy sperm. I neededrelief.Rhonda would be going into booth three to get her purse emptied. If Irefused the slippery-pawed brute in booth five, I would have to wait.Painful waiting. Owww.I.