"Or like this?" as I pulled my skirt up round my waist and spread my legs, my knickers were right up my crack, by now."That's it love!" said Dave as h... took more pics."Fuckin' hell!" I heard Harry say, he was openly rubbing his prick through his trousers. "I knew you were a slag the minute you walked in."My cunt was now on fire, I wanted it filling and didn't care what with!"Slag!" I said. "You've seen fuck all yet you dirty old fucker!" I pulled my knickers to one side showing off my wet gash.. The sensation of both men's semen running out of my bum and the overpowering smell of bodies and spunk which filled the car. I only had to think about any of it and I could feel my penis hardening and I just wanted to wank myself for release.Going back to Alan's place again, almost three months after he had first helped me to masturbate, we continued to enjoy each other. Sometimes he liked to just sit back and stroke himself while he watched me pleasuring myself either on the sofa or laying. “What about you?” she asked, “As I recall, I never saw a wedding band on your hand.” “I am a career Army officer,” I responded. “I figured if the Army wanted me to have a wife, they would issue me one.” She laughed. “Maybe they have and you just haven’t seen her yet,” she replied. “So catch me up,” I said, “What have you done since Army ROTC Summer Camp?” I was trying to deflect my intense interest in her. As she spoke, I caught only snippets of the conversation. I was desperately hoping for a. In fact, if she hadn’t shown up at my doorstep dressed like Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark, screaming “girl’s night out” I’d be watching part two of the Mark Twain/ Data’s head episode.Instead, I found myself staring at her raw sexual beauty, low cut dress, newly-dyed, black hair, and actually smiling every now and then. It was Tuesday evening and we were in one of those middle-grade steakhouse type restaurants. This one had a sort of nostalgic theme with black and white photos on the walls,.