My fingers had been just itching to sneak down the waistband of my skirt and fondly fondle my clit. But I am not a quiet masturbater, and if I wanted ...o remain unnoticed, I had to wait. And now, finally, I had time. I sat down in front of my computer and pulled up a sex story. As I began to read, I finally, finally, slipped hand into my skirt. I didn’t let myself touch my clit, not yet. But I squeezed my pussy’s lips, softly, gently. A few short hairs tickled my fingers, and a slight wetness. I took just the top of it in my mouth and sucked on it as I pumped the rest with my fist. I looked up at him. “Cover my fucking face…” I urged him, as I wanked his cock with long fisting strokes. “Come on you fucker…cover my fucking face!” I heard Brigitte behind me utter a sultry cry of, “Oh! Fuck…” as she watched the events unfold before her. I sucked down on Steve’s cock and moved my head up and down his cock as my hand came up to meet my mouth. My other hand was caressing his balls,. Mornings, with the guy who was the full time janitor there. Dude about 45-50, in shape sort of. We worked well together, got a rhythm going to where we had a lot of fuck off time. The place had been an old Vaudeville place, so there were a bunch of small rooms behind the stage, up4 flights and the basement. We were exploring one of these rooms when we came upon a bunch of old black and white nudie magazines and pictures. Naked men and women boning each other. Then a bunch of women doing each. After ringing the doorbell a second time, Nick was rewarded with the sound of human footsteps on the other side of the door. In a moment it had swung open and a very attractive brunette in a bathrobe, no slippers and no curlers in her long shiny, black hair, was smiling at him through the screen.Nick had to swallow hard before he could find his voice. The woman's terry robe was tied so loosely in front he could see a good three inches of the cleavage and curves of her full, round boobs. And.