My cell phone went off and I pick it up it was Nick we talked for awhile and told him to come over and bring a suit he said he would be over in little...bit.When I hung up the phone all I could do was think of him and was starting to touch myself first my boobs slowly pinching my nipples and slowly touching my pussy.By now I am really horny thinking of Nick and his big dick I started to finger myself on the deck not caring if anyone could see me or not.I finally stop saving it for him I went. Hot and hard and thick, pressing up against her ass, pushing her up against the wall. She wanted to touch it, to squeeze it, to feel it flex in her hand. It was so frustrating that she couldn't. She pushed back against it, showing her need. "Oh, yes, sir, please," she moaned."Please what, Helen?" He wanted to hear her beg for it."Please, please, sir, I want your cock, please, fuck me, sir!" You want me to fuck you, Helen? I don't think I should. You're a happily married woman, remember, you. " Baby, that seems a little gross. It might smell of sweat," he said as he pulled the shirt back over his head."Nonsense. You've been sitting in there with the air conditioner running, and besides, you only had the shirt on for a few seconds. I just want enough of your pheromones in it to keep her a little more aware of you when she goes to sleep." This all seems a little cold-blooded," Fred said, concerned."Nonsense. She'll sleep better with a faint smell of you near her. You would have to be. I prefer to shit alone, lol. I didn't have any problem tearin up some ass while someone watched, but that dump was just too personal. I hunch down with my elbows resting on top of my thighs, dropping my moto pants to my ankles. The first dump lasted a few seconds—damm, I thought, what all did I eat yesterday ?. The stink was loud and powerful. I scrimmish my face, and closed my eyes—lol---like that would help.After just s few minutes I hear the squeak of flip flops on the concrete floor. There.