Her tunnel began to flex, to clamp down on his finger, her kegel muscles reacting as nature intended, to tease her lover’s manhood into successfully...inseminating her. He kept up the strokes, going faster and faster, his wife’s sweet voice now erotically whining, the sound making his cock start to leak his pre-emission on her silken thigh. Each stroke of her pussy made her louder and louder, until her voice became a high, tight steady whine, only to be silenced by a violent shuddering of her. Sasha was already in the cubicle as I walked in so I went next door and latched the door, I could hear the sprinkle of Sasha peeing as I stood at the bowl and dropped my shorts turning slightly to face the hole in the dividing partition. I stepped out of my shorts and pulled my vest off and stood there naked and could just make out a shadow as Sasha’s head got closer to the hole, curiosity getting the better of her.“OMG” I heard her sigh softly under her breath as she got sight of me standing. I met Jared and we scooted into a booth together after a toe curling kiss. We talked held hands and got into some heavy petting. I didn’t mean for it to go this far, but his fingers wound up in my pussy swirling around in David’s semen. Jared mentioned how wet I was ... hmmm. I laid back and enjoyed his finger massaging my clit and was close to cumming. He pulled out licked his fingers and led me out the back door to his car. With the drinks and petting, I’m feeling pretty good. The next thing. As for the endlessly repeated suggestion that I am a man hater, well that is utter pish and nonsense. There is only one man I hate, and if you woke each morning next to his porcine snuffling, grunting and God awful scratching I'm sure you'd hate him too. Thankfully this week's letter is from a small, insignificant piece of punctuation (bet you didn't see that cumming) and I've already girded my loins in anticipation of all the 'Grammer Nazis' complaints. So without any further ado: Dear.