He was going into the city to go job hunting so he could get another car. We talked about our families, the weather, all sorts of things. He told me t...at he lived at home with his parents, and that they were getting on him about going back to work and getting another car. He was cute, maybe 5' 10" tall, average build, with black hair. He was wearing khaki pants with a blue shirt and a brown winter coat. He looked nice and was very polite. I looked a mess, my hair was messy, I had on sweatpants. Disappointed, though not surprised, when the cleansing I was really in search of wasn’t available and only the shell of flesh containing the entity known as ?Martin Kent? came out of the cubicle with recent events scrubbed clean.What played on my mind most though, and over and above my self-disgust and shame for the position in which I now found myself with Fiona, was the stone cold certainty that what had just happened downstairs was not some kind of role-playing fantasy on her part.Not at any. In the distance, I saw you flashing on the sandbank. I started to masturbate. The feeling of your tight pussy on my cock, your firm tits on my chest, your sensual lips, was far too good to help myself. I thought, no, I prayed there had to be more. I followed you, swam down here, saw you fucking these guys, and hoped you would give my cock a chance. You're a damn awesome woman!''Yeah, she is,' Chris and Eric confirmed, picked up a condom and handed it to me. Am I crazy enough to fuck him too?. Simultaneously she had placed her leg on top of my leg. I was wearing shorts that time. She has slightly moved her leg towards my shorts. I got a little tensed and looked at her face. She was saying “sorry”. I said its ok. She was wearing a saree. I have slowly placed my hand towards her leg and started moving it upwards. I have soon reached her center and moved her panty and entered my center finger into her. Since i was sitting down and she was sitting on the bed, it was easy for me me do it..