Cheryl slipped her hand beneath her lavender, sheer lace panties and began to rub her clit. Since her pussy was already very wet, she slid her fingers...down between her swollen lips and into her wet pussy. Cheryl then pulled the wetness up and rubbed it around her protruding clit. She had her eyes closed and was envisioning a gorgeous guy, with a nice big cock. She envisioned him rubbing the head of his cock around her clit and teasing her with it.All of a sudden, Cheryl heard a man's voice say. Even I was relieved for her.I was right, her breasts spilled out of her top like lava flowing out of the top of a volcano. He immediately started mauling them from behind her, squeezing them in his hands; pushing them outwards and pulling them back in towards her, over and over, as if they were a new toy.She seemed to like it anyway.I thought it was funny.Then the second man reached her. That was equally as funny as he had no trousers on. His willy… I shall call it a willy, as people have so. She reached down to cover her nakedness just as his face was mere inches away.“Don’t cover it, baby!” he said to her. “How can I see if it’s broken, if I can’t see it?” Robert asked. Rachel moved her hand out of the way and leaned back. There was no going back now! Robert leaned in and inhaled her scent. She had the faint scent of strawberry and she was leaking some of her nectar onto the table. His mouth watered and he thought only of tasting that sweet little virgin pussy. He spread her. I had grown tired of the sexual hot house atmosphere of a college campus, where everyone who dated me seemed to expect sex on a second or third date. I had really just about given up on men. My colleagues liked to flirt with me, but I thought they were just being playful. They were never crude like men my age might have been. I responded cheerfully, but never indicated that I was available. After all, they had wives and children. During the beginning of my second year with the firm, my boss,.