The jocks shook their heads, missing their normal gaggle of simpering sluts. Boyfriends motioned to their girlfriends, trying to get them to sit down ...ith them. But the ladies were all focused on me.I strode into the girls’ restroom. I shuddered, the heat in my pussy mounting. I walked into the last stall, Rochelle behind me.“Finger me until I cum,” I commanded her. “I need it.”“Yes, Elizabeth,” my friend said.She didn’t hesitate to shove her hand up beneath my skirt. I shuddered as her fingers. It seemed a lot of people were happy to move out of the city as long as they had regular access to supplies.Since the crew had fixed up a new sale yard, he might be able to persuade a few more of the farmers to use it again. He thanked me for bringing my ship here. Apparently, the Captain and his crew had helped his son design a pen on his ship that would hold a dozen bighorns or twenty woollies or snufflers.His son believed he would be able to fill it regularly and was delighted. They farmed a. He didn't even try to kiss me, and that was a disappointment - I wanted my daydreams to be filled. He did make some interesting suggestions, though.Tom spent his time at the bar, watching. He wasn't being subtle, but the room was crowded enough so I don't think anyone noticed. After a while I figured I did enough flirting, and Tom should have had enough as a fledgling voyeur. I was horny and wanted to get in bed with my husband. I got my coat, walked out, and got in our car. A few minutes later. Gasping, barely enough breath. She saw hunger, saw hypnotic lust... and then she broke. Her eyes shone a glowing pale blue, her skin grabbed at the sun and flushed completely, her hair fell flaxen gold like silk, the cloth covering what it could of her fell. She turned her back to them, nervous energy quaking. she bent forward dropping her face onto the warm grass. On her knees, face-down she lifted herself to them all, a perfect symmetry split by a dripping, flowering pussy and above, the.