One of her irregular fucks was a bloke called Wesley. Apparently he used to call round to her bedsit now and then, like all her boyfriends at the time...he was black. On this particular day M was in bed when her doorbell rang, it was about 7am and she dozing before she had to get up and get ready for work. Anyway Wes was at the door and she let him in. She was only wearing a night shirt but it was down to her knees. he had come round because he had left a bag of something in her flat a week or so. Maddie imagined the hands of her neighbors moving in a blur over cock or clit. She also imagined the man there with her, standing behind her, fucking her hard while he pulled her hair. And she imagined the lady, kneeling, licking her quim, and even lapping at her asshole. She wouldn’t last much longer. She would have to go inside to finish herself with a hairbrush or teddy bear. She didn’t have the guts to full-on masturbate with people watching. Jacquie was in a frenzy. She worked two. The tongue was hitting her to the hilt. Her inner walls quivered in violent contractions. She screamed...Her eyes flew open. She blinked, and came to her senses in a moment. The very first idea that sprang to her mind was that she had really screamed. Because, her dream was more dramatic than it was last time. 'Denni was in my dream tonight, ' she thought. 'What will she say if I tell her that?'Stella reached down to touch herself and felt no disgust for the moisture that had seeped out of her. Since I had the urge for pizza, I knew it must be one of the better fuels for my new power converter. The explanation of the power converter explained a lot of things that were going on inside my mechanical brain. Back when I was me, I loved Ice Cream, but now I really had no desire for it. On the other hand, all things carbohydrate were high up on my list of foods to hunt down. They were obviously easier to process or gave more bang for the buck. Either way I didn't mind at all.Since kids.