To Tom’s surprise the guy looks in his 50s, so a good 20 years older than the woman.“Peter, this is Tom. You are going to watch whilst he fucks me...aren’t you!” She says, more as an instruction than a question. “Yes dear,” is his quiet reply.“Right, come on Tom, let’s see what you have for me,” she says, stepping forward and beginning to unfasten the belt on his pants. As she does so, Tom slips his right hand under the hem of her very short mini skirt. He was right, she is not wearing any. Sean used his usual method of long strokes. It felt so wonderfully torturous. I could easily feel as if he was turning me inside out when he drew his tool out of me. As he filled me with that tool I had thoughts of him breeding me as if I were his maiden lover. My cock dripped clear liquid as he pumped in and out. His rhythm increased in speed and force as our excitement increased. Our sounds filled the room as he hammered my now well-used ass. As we got louder Steve came to check on us.. A moment of awkward silence filled the room as I wondered what to say to make it right, to take us back to where we all should be. Lisa, in her usual straightforward manner, just walked over and gave me a hug."Don't obsess, Hawk," she said with a smile. "We talked last night and it's all okay. Just give us, and yourselves, some time and space. Get to know Gretchen and get her out of trouble. Then we can all take a cruise together and see what happens, okay?"I wrapped my arms around her and. So the question everyone is asking, what happened after I took this photo, I went online to hunt for men looking for a fuck, is my answer.The trick was I went to an internet cafe and sat down between a respectable looking business man and a boy with thick glasses, so you can imagine my difficulty in seeking horny men.As it was raining I had a black raincoat over what I was wearing in the photo.I wanted to touch myself as I was really looking for action and I knew I was so fucking wet, thank god.