I looked down at my outfit and the only thing amiss was the two unbuttoned buttons on my blouse. Was that a normal afternoon on a subway train? My min... raced in all directions, but ultimately I decided that something that felt so good couldn't be bad, so I started to walk home as if nothing happened. I wondered if I should tell my mother.*****After coming hard, my pecker wasn't softening. I thought back to the last time I had sex. There was that hooker two weeks ago, but she was a snooze. Why. Susan went around and started taking pictures with her Polaroid camera.After a while of fucking, Susan directs the males to raise their bodies and their heads up while still fucking their respective partners.Beth started to move and positioned each of her foot on each side of Elizabeth’s chest facing Chris. Then bends her knees to squat a bit to level her crotch with Chris’s face, pushing her pelvis forward and pressed her pussy and slowly grinding it on his face.Susan took a picture of that. His wife and her ex-boss had continued to communicate with each other thru regular e-mails. Harry would regularly update his wife about his new lovers. Pics showing him with various women in different positions over the past many years clearly showed his ravenous appetite for sex. And all along, he would never fail to tell his wife that she was the special one, his life saver. It seemed it never occurred to his wife that he perhaps had her also on CD. She seemed to have lapped up his praise. She risked a quick peek from her stronghold and looked around for Scott, but couldn’t see him. She knelt in the snow and looked around again, then chanted ‘Come out, come out, wherever you are.’ under her breath. Rachel followed the direction of the footprints to the small fountain that gurgled softly and laughing quietly to herself, gathered her ammunition and stalked towards Scott’s hideout. About halfway across the distance to the fountain, Scott appeared over the edge of it and started to.