.. ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed,feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement."Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you...guys! Lookat them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said,standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from hisvantage point."Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let's show her a good time!" anothertall man said.Sheila's cunt sucked at the short burly man's impaled tongue; sucked atit in spite of herself. The tall. One evening, however, she had had rather too much of her favourite tipple (Scotch, she being Scottish herself). She said she needed to get home, and asked me if I would call a taxi for her. I told her there was no need, I would give her a lift home (I wasn't on alcohol, having the car with me).She accepted, and we left. When we got to her place, she invited me inside. We went in, and I closed the door and helped her off with her coat. As she turned round, she said "Would you kiss an old lady. When she didn’t, my confusion deepened.“Don’t get up from the table,” she said, reading my expression. “Just relax and enjoy your breakfast.”With that, she pulled her chair to the side, sank to her knees, and disappeared under the table. It was only a moment before I felt the warmth of her touch, spreading my knees apart. In a second, I felt her hot breath on my soft penis. A microsecond after that, I was fully erect.She wrapped her lips around my swollen cock and began gently sucking. My. Slowly he lets me slide down the wall and onto his waiting cock. Inch by slow, delicious inch, he buries himself in me. He holds me there for a second or two, savoring the feel of my hot, silky flesh completely wrapped around him. Then he starts thrusting inside of me. Slow at first, then faster and faster. I wrap my legs tighter around him and grip his shoulders to help by slightly pushing myself up and then sinking back down, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside me. Our tempo increases.