Next, I began to unbutton her pajama shirt. She resisted but I ignored her attempts to stop me. When I opened it, it revealed two 36 D-cups. They were...perfect and I began to suckle the tip of the right breast. As a baby, I was bottle-fed so after 18 years of frustration, I was finally able to feed on her breasts. I alternated between both breasts. My sucking was so strong that her breasts were turning red. As I continued, I slipped my hands under her pajama pants. Her pussy had become wet. I. I’m not wishing I were that guy nailing her, but wishing I was her getting nailed. I’ve always been submissive and very eager to please. I’ve never had an encounter with another man. I’d love to some day and hope it will happen, but I would have to be fully dressed as a woman and play the part to its fullest. And it wouldn’t bother me if it was a manly man or a crossdresser—I just want to have a homosexual encounter and not be in control. I’m not getting any younger. So many years have passed. She slipped her hand down to tease it a little more. The light turned green, and she drove on, her hand still inside her pants. Her pussy was so slippery, and warm. It felt good to slide her finger between its folds. She wondered if there would be foreplay. She missed that part of sex. Her husband, lately, had been telling her to get herself primed, and he’d join her for the main event. She felt more and more rejected and lonely, as this marriage went on. She wondered if he really even enjoyed. The next guy, James, picked her up and bent her over the bench, fucking her doggy style with his 6” prick. By now, the whole team had gathered around and were stroking their hard cocks. Cocks of all sizes were shoved in her face, and she started sucking expertly while being fucked like a dog. James came fast and was replaced by Mike, a tall, muscular black guy. His cock was about 10” long, the longest of the group so far as I could see. He stuck it inside her slow until he was in balls deep..