I finally ran out of excuses and sat down at the computer. I looked at the photos again and once again I began to feel the tingles. I decided that now...was the time to move some things around so they wouldn't be quite so easily found. Once I had done that I began looking through the photography links Ben had sent me. There was a lot of useful stuff in there and I decided to give some things a go. I set the camera up, following the settings suggested on the site and did a few still life things. My tits were never really the biggest, but they started groping me as soon as they shoved me into the handicapped stall, locking it behind us all.There were hands all over my body. My tits were getting assaulted as one of them shoved his fingers into my mouth, causing me to gag and water my eyes. Still I felt a hand squeeze at my neck and fingers probe between my legs, where they started rubbing but quickly ended up fingerfucking me. My mind swam from the booze and the never-before felt. You'd want them all to use you, wouldn't you?" Yes. Oh, yes," she groaned, moving her hips in time with his fingers. "I'll tell you what," he said, slipping in a third digit into her tight little box, "I don't think you deserve any of those good men's cocks. They don't know it, but you're a fucking whore."Her cunt was making sloppy, sucking noises as though it was trying to eat his fingers. Slime trails of cunt juice spanned between the entrance of her pussy and his hand. "In fact, I'm not sure. She pulled me inside, and there was her daughter kneeling on the floor, sucking Jeff's cock."That looks like fun." As she got down on her knees in front of me. Her hands went to the zipper of my pants, and she slowly tugged it down. Her hand went inside and caresses my hardening cock."No more hand jobs for you. I have better uses for your cum."As she looked at me and licked her lips. Rachel struggled to remove my hardness from my pants. Once she slipped it out, she kissed the tip, and licked.