"Ummmm. . . sometimes - - because I like it, and sometimes because I feel that like I have to." she said."Well that is normal. It is the same for men ...oo. We sometimes get an urge to rub ourselves - - and sometimes when we're feeling lonely, and also sometimes when we're feeling aroused. My dog is just the same, but he has an additional problem, at least I think it's a problem, but I can't be sure. He has a highly developed sense of smell and can therefore smell our sex glands working, and that. Yes, those were prostitutes. I even pulled over and watched for about 30 minutes as 4 talked to guys in cars then drove away, probably to handle their business. Then when others returned, getting out of the car and walking again as the guys drove away.I even looked closely at the last one. Yea, that was indeed a woman in her 40’s that pulled over, and a girl that looked to be around 20 climbed in.And I recognized the pimps. They would pull up and talk to one or two girls, as the others moved. I really wanted to expose myself in front of some women or girls. So, I called her.We talked for a while and said that she hadn't really been doing any parties lately, but she thought it was nice that I called. After a while, she said she had to go, but if she heard anything that might arouse my interests, she'd let me know. I figured, don't call me, I'll call you.It wasn't even an hour and I got a phone call from a girl that said she was a friend of Miranda's sister. She overheard the call. I could look up and see Daniel's massively huge black penis slide back and forth into my butt, his balls swinging like two huge black tennis balls. The cum deposits from Charlie was churning in my rectum and turning into a beige froth forming around Daniel's penile shaft and my widely stretched anus. I saw my anal membrane straining to cling to Daniel's thick black penile shaft and all I could do was whine. I reached back and grabbed his ankles with my hands and dug my finger nails into his.