Nicole was (and probably still is) the textbook definition of a slut, and I loved her for it. We met at work, our first jobs out of college for both o... us. We didn’t interact too much, until a few months in we went to a happy hour one Thursday night and I ended up at her place. We both called in sick the next day and couldn’t stop fucking. By the weekend, we were officially together.Fast forward nearly 18 months. We weren’t technically living together, but we were together every night. It. He was big and swollen, much bigger than I had ever seen before, his pants were down around his ankles, but to be honest, that was in my perifery, I remained focused on his cock, as he stroked it with obvious delight of entertaining his young viewer.Of course this sort of thing is classed within society as bad, hence a string of laws forbid it's public indulgence, in case it encourages other things to happen, such as myself sliding my own skirt higher and slipping my hand down my knickers and. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling my ass back into his crotch. He let the swaying of the transit car grind our bodies together. As excited fans continued to pile in we became physically closer.Everyone was talking with excitement about the upcoming game. I felt the hardness of his cock straining through his jeans as he ran his hands up and down my butt and the back of my thighs. My heels brought me up to eye level with him.He stood close enough so that no one else heard him softly speak. She didn't even notice as he slid the straps of her top down and pulled the front of her shirt down so her bra was exposed. He reached around behind her and unclasped it, arranging her arms in her lap so he could pull the bra off her one-handed. Her top was still around her belly but her skirt had ridden all the way up and her tits were exposed. Her tanlines were in the shape of her tank top on her torso and up to about her mid-thigh on her legs. Her hips and boobs were paler than the rest of.