Whether surrounded by warehouses or down by the tracks, there is always that place made up of cheap beer, faded brass, and menstrual-red velvet, where...women with no shame and nothing to lose extort dollars from those husbands and boyfriends with smiles, wiles and unspoken promises never kept. Sharon should know. She had seen more than her share. Closing her locker, she stepped up to the mirror in the small, sweltering room. She looked as young as her age, still unquestionably pretty. Her. I watched and just held my penis between my thighs as I hid myself. Then came the real moment of pleasure she had, the rubbing increased and reached its crescendo, she wriggled like crazy and let out a continuous stream of moans that made me realize she reached her climax. As soon as she finished her climax, eyes still closed, calmed down a little and licked some more of her cunt juices. I knew she was still in the throes of her climax and I walked towards her without disturbing her and bent. Steve increased his rhythm of sliding his cock up and down and he pressed even firmer on my wifes breast that her nipples popped out from the side. Steve took his huge fingered and softly grabbed my wifes nipple between his thumb and index finger and started very gently to manipulate them in rolling motion. She was moaning harder and just when I thought Steve might go for it, he stopped and got up with his legs still on each side of my wifes body. He asked my wife to turn around so he can give. Looking back over my shoulder, I beg... "fuck me with your fingers babe". You know exactly what I need, as you come up behind me and rub my juices across my clit making me squirm. But this isn't the time to be gentle. So you ram two fingers into my wet cunt, twisting them as you pull out. I'm moaning loudly straight away, forgetting where I am. and that we can be heard. It doesn't take me long to cum, but you don't stop there. You thrust your fingers into me, through my spasming til I'm dizzy.