She pinched her clitoris forward and used her right hand to flick, flick, flick against the enlarged tip. It excited her to see it this way--like a mi...iature dick, waiting to be sucked.If only she could suck it herself.Try as she might, relief did not come. She splashed around in the water and gripped herself several times, trying to force a climax. Nothing. Nada. That wasn't like her! She could usually come on command! She glanced at the clock. Shit! It was already 4:00. She'd been messing. I have this problem from my childhood. I used to fart in my school and even farted when I was in my first night with my husband.” The term ‘first night’ made this conversation sexier. We were laughing like hell talking about farts. I tried to get naughty and asked, “What did your husband do in your first night?” With a fake sad expression she said, “He didn’t even hear my fart. That bastard was completely drunk.”I could understand her sex life and reconciled her saying, “Oh. That’s so sad. I. I couldnt see Hope anymore , but I could hear the sound of feminine groaning and flesh slapping from the stalls on either side of me. I placed my feet on either side of the boys legs and started happily bouncing up and down on his cock A couple boys moved to the front of the stall and I could see them trying to feed me their cocks but I couldnt bend over enough to get close enough to suck them and the guy beneath me wasnt helping as he was just eager to fuck my pussy off. He just pumped away. “Argh!!” groaned Cindy as she felt Dave’s cock being forced into her ass. “Nooooo!!!” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. Cindy did not particularly enjoy being fucked in the ass, but she now found herself sandwiched between the two of us. Dave thrust forward fucking Cindy’s ass while I thrust upward fucking her pussy. Soon she increased her moaning as she moved rhythmically between the two of us while we fucked her hard After an extended period of time, Dave and I.