I told him to come in and close the stalls door.The young man came into the stall and then nervously he said, “The guy outside told us you would suc... our cock.”That was John’s plan, for me to service this group of young men. My pussy started to tingle as I sat there. I just smiled at him as I unsnapped his pants dropping them around his ankles. I pulled his underwear down exposing a nice average size hard cock.I took a hold of his cock and I started to pump on it. His cock got harder right away. .. and we were instantly bathed in flashing red lights!Concrete reality came rudely crashing through our non-aggressive bliss! A Sheriff's Deputy was pulling us over, out here in the middle of nowhere... ... WHY?As was explained to us by one deputy when Stoney and I climbed out of Lucille; the trailing police were certain that it was a lighted cigarette that had come sailing out of the window. And while we struggled to explain that it was a discarded, broken, saxophone reed to the disbelieving. Thereafter, my estimation of Grant skyrocketed and he became the personification of sensuality. As much as the fisting had intrigued me, it was like an exotic dish that you found interesting but truthfully, if you never ate it again, would not diminish your existence.My body was languidly manipulated as he continuously slow-fucked my backside. Grant was the complete antithesis of Griff’s hectic style. After initially being somewhat put off by his muscular body, I now found myself totally. Robert’s eyes fix on her. Her toes wiggle against eh bristly rug sitting just outside the tub. At the sight of her, Robert shifts on the seat lid, a bulge obvious in his pants. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips. Cynthia grabs her towel and swipes the excess bubbles clinging to her body away. When the towel flutters to the floor, her tiny breasts are now vulnerable to his eager gaze. Her pink nipples are hard and sensitive as one of her hands brushes over them. The girl bites her lip as she.