I hadn’t realised how wet I was until I felt him easily slide a finger into my wet pussy. He fingered me quickly and roughly making me moan out loud... After a short time he slid his finger out of my pussy, I could see it was covered in my pussy juice. He smiled at me as he tugged my thong down. I knew what was coming and felt my clit tingle as I stepped out of my thong. There I was, seated on a bench in a bus stop, no underwear on, my little denim skirt hitched up round my waist and my wet hairy. Quickly you unzip my jeans and plunge your hand in to find my swollen cock, and release it from the confines of my boxers. You massage it hard feeling the fullness of its length, while I pump my fingers in your increasingly damp hole, your muscles bunching against my fingers making you moan in appreciation, thrusting harder with each stroke of your hand on my rampant cock. Bringing my hand away from your pussy, causing you to groan in disappointment, you slide down the wall and engulf my cock. I quickly shut the door but for those few seconds I saw all of Nicki her firm huge breast and her shaved pussy. I only thought women did that in porn movies. Man I was breathing hard and I noticed that my cock was getting hard just thinking of her.I quickly walked to the living room and turned on the TV I sad down on the couch and waited for Nicki to come out so I could apologize. 20 mins went by and she finally came out. She was wearing some daisy dukes and a fitted tank top that showed off. No!”“Gordon is afraid he would have to reform,” Carla laughed. “But if he ever started talking children, he’d find my legs crossed anyway.”“What do you do with your time, Carla?” Dana asked. I was glad I didn’t let that question escape my lips. Carla was practically a fashion plate. Perfect hair, perfect nails, perfect teeth, perfect party dress, and high heels that made her almost as tall as her husband.“You mean besides being the perfect little corporate real estate wife?” she teased. “Well,.