Once the second guy pulled out, he went inside while the third guy took his place. He had Laura get up on the table and lay on her back, then he went ...o town with her. While he was having his way with her, another of the guys came out and gathered around the table. He looked at me and I shook my head, I was more interested in watching at this point. Number Three grunted and let loose inside of her and pulled out, that’s when Sean took his turn. He had Laura get down and lean over the table and. Around about midnight Alan rolled in from the pub, pissed and talking shit as usual, we poured him a drink and listened to him blabber on for about half an hour until he passed out on the couch his face almost touching the little stain left by my fanny juice, he had what looked like a little smile on his face and John said it was probably because he cud smell my pussy, now I'm paranoid about him catching me out and i would never take chances around him, but, when John put his hand down my. ’ ‘Yeah, but he’s married, isn’t he?’ ‘Hank? No, he’s a widower.’ ‘A widower? Are you sure?’ ‘Sure I’m sure. I even went to his wife’s funeral. It was about a year ago.’ Louise, another of the women seated at the booth added her contribution. ‘It was just a couple of days over a year. I know because my niece got married the next Saturday so I went to a funeral and a wedding in the same week.’ Marilyn, the third woman at the booth also verified Hank’s marital status and Carol, far from. It was slick. I began to rub back and forth against my clit. I moved my hips to the edge of the toilet seat and felt the tiniest pressure from the gravity of the position. I imagined that I was straddling Matt and plunging his cock deep inside me. I rubbed my clit harder and harder, only fearing fleetingly that if I rubbed it too hard now, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the sex with Matt later. I couldn’t help it, though. My need was so powerful. I had to get off. I pictured him sitting up and.