"Watch me."Ten feet in front of my car, Laurie danced for me. I remember Billy Joel playing on the radio. I remember her perfect white breasts quiveri...g just a little as she slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head. I remember how her hips wiggled a few times as the faded cut-offs she shed inched down her firm thighs, finally falling in a small dark heap in the sand. I remember her hands, busy between her spread legs, one in front, the other behind, and how her dark hair fell to cover her face. Finally he touched the soft feather to my quivering bare pussy lips. I felt the blood rushing and racing through my veins. The lips of my cunt were tingling and aching with each fleeting touch. The torture was exquisite and I could take no more. "Make me cum baby, make me cum. Please, please. I need to cum." I was fairly sobbing with frustration. "Had enough Maddy?" He asked, the amusement in his voice was unmistakable. "Yes, I can't take it any more. I need to cum. I need your cock in me." I. I was damn shocked, standing in a public bus with my cock out. What if somebody sees me and I had to use the same route daily. But I think the desire overtook my brain and I didn’t do anything. He started stroking me fastly and within minutes, I spit out my cum.The guy took everything in his hands, wiped it off in his kerchief. In the next few stops, he got down and we became strangers. I haven’t even seen his face properly but he has masturbated me.Incident 5:During my college breaks, I used. My rim screeches with tortuous delight, and I can’t help myself. I cry out into the pillow and sob with want. “Deeper!” I scream. Eleanor laughs merrily and obliges. “I thought you might like it back here,” Eleanor coos, her other hand gently massaging my lower back, “but let me tell you, dearest friend: a cock is much better than my hand. Should I get Tom in here?” “No!” I scream, but I can’t stop the moan from mixing with it. “Tom,” Eleanor calls over her shoulder, “she’s ready for you!” I.