You'd think I'd already be satisfied by now, but it isn't about orgasims for me, it's about the cock. That's all it's ever been about. He fucked me on...his hotel sheets hard and well, with the style of a jack hammer. I found myself counting the thrusts which made me giggle inside. It was something I used to do with a particular boyfriend who fucked the same way. He was also big, head to toe, could fuck hard, but no creativity. I let him get his money's worth, feeling my pussy getting a little. Then they changed over,they asked if she was enjoying it,she laughed and said of course she was,and told them not to spoil it by cumming too quickly.They progressed to fucking her arse and mouth at the same time.I had heard her cum several times,she is a prolific cummer,then the guys took it in turns to cum in her cunt.She begged them to fuck her again,but they said that they were exausted,I thought that I had better be getting back to the car if they had finished,but before I could go I heard. And I quite enjoyed the freedom of wearinga skirt, although I soon realised that a lot of my colleagues wereanxious to see up it. I had to take care about keeping my knees togetheror my legs crossed, and to keep checking that my pretty skirt wasproperly arranged. I also enjoyed the sensation of wearing a bra.Feeling the straps gently but insistently gripping my back and myshoulders. And of having the slight, but discernible, shape of tinyboobies visible under my clingy jumper.In fact, I liked. "It" was him sliding into a nice warm Miss Pussy.Becky was trying not to wake me, that was obvious. I was watching thru carefully partially opened eyes, and she was straddling my hips and lowering herself onto Mr. Meat. She finally got everything lined up and slid me home, but she overbalanced and started to tip backwards. So I brought my knees up to provide a backrest."Hi Becky. I guess you want some breakfast sausage." I gave my hips a little wiggle and that made Mr. Meat wiggle and THAT made.