“Are you okay?” Demarcus asked with obvious concern.“I think so. I think I’ll be okay. I just need to go slowly.” I said, my voice quaking w...th a combination of fear and excitement. I did want to do this. I wanted to do it for me, and for Demarcus. And if I am honest, I wanted to do this for Tom, too. I wanted to be able to tell him about how his wife fucked the biggest cock he could imagine. I slowly raised myself about two inches, and ever so carefully, I lowered myself down again. I seemed. She has gone months without any attention whatso ever and has been years since she has had any real sexual satisfaction.Her husband spends all week working then drinks and goes to bed. At weekends he goes out from mid-day to chucking out time in the pub then comes home drunk. Once a month he mauls her breasts thrusts his cock into her, cums in 3 minutes rolls over and snores. So, bottom line is this, A. If I wanted to meet up again would you?B. If Katie here was wanting to open up her sexual. I leaned down further and got my nose right up to her crotch and could still smell nothing. Giving up, I sat back and waited. She got off a few stops up and for awhile no one was standing in front of me. Then, the next stop, a guy on a personal scooter got on. This made everyone push down and I was happy to find a cute girl in her early twenties in front of me! She too was wearing jeans, but her's were skin-tight, and rode up the crack of her tiny ass crack! I leaned in for a sniff and was. She thought of being fucked and used by the men like a fucking slut, a dirty whore who couldn’t get enough. She was sure she was a nymphomaniac and was embarrassed by her desires and wants.Her thoughts were facilitating her building orgasm and soon enough, her body started to convulse again. She felt weak and didn't think she could possibly manage to cum again, but with the cock, the mouth on her tits, the plug in her ass, and the wand, she came, hard as her whole body convulsed. She whimpered.