That was sort of par for the course for me, because I was terrible with names even in a low-stress situation.Brenda passed me a no sugar and no cream ...up of freshly brewed java from the place across the street that made the best cup of coffee in the world. The other thing I liked about the unpretentious place was the fact that it was a lot more reasonable than the high-priced stuff at the tourist-oriented restaurant right next to it. That place had terrific cheesecake and apple pies but their. I continued to lick her as she moved off of my face.I felt her move over my cock. She took hold of it and rubbed it back and forth over her pussy lips. She was soaked again. She positioned my cock at her hole and sat down. Her pussy felt like it was filled with warm butter. She slid down my shaft and came to rest on my hips. Holy crap did that feel good! "Oh shit Leslie, that feels so good." I bet it does, it's about to feel a whole hell of a lot better."She began to rotate her hips. First to. Then a guy passed, he looked at her as he walked away but didn’t stop. Then a few minutes later he returned in the other direction and stopped. He smiled at me and looked at my wife, and then started to stroke his cock. He was wanking, being turned on by my naked wife, and he was soon rock hard. At this point my wife moved and I was afraid what she might do, but instead it was just her repositioning and now her legs opened. The guy knelt to get a better look of her pussy lips and I risked. I got more pubic hair…even my armpit hair I had to shave every 2 days!! My pussy was on fire…I even had to carry a couple of spare panties to school just in case I needed to change my wet ones!!The sight of semi naked men, the smell of their sweat…the sound of their husky voices all brought me to an edge!! I was filled with lust…and it seemed natural that I started to masturbate… I rubbed my pussy almost everyday…I perfected the use of the shower head to stimulate my clit. I taught myself how.