"Suddenly I feel movement over my body. Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat. Only, this time it's not a fake one. It's the real thi...g. I don't know who owns it, but right now I don't care. I only want it to fuck me. Over and over. Do me good, and leave me sore."You like that?" Bev asks. "I thought you would. Maxine, I would like to introduce you to my 18-year-old son, Andrew. Or, should I say, I would like to introduce you to Andrew's 8" cock. Just relax and enjoy it. Trust. He would fuck my throat like this for 10 minutes or so then pull his slobber soaked cock out of my mouth and wipe it off with his t-shirt and furiously jack his rock hard cock for a couple of minutes while I watched him with my mouth still by the whole waiting anxiously for the return of his cock which he obligingly shoved down my throat and starting fucking me all over again. We went on like this for at least 1/2 hour or maybe longer it was long enough that my knees began to hurt so bad that I. Right when I was finished and getting ready to exit the stall and clean myself up a bit before leaving, I heard the door open and men talking to each other. From what they were saying it was easy to tell that they were talking about me and whether I was in here or not. Then I heard the voice of the guy I had just fucked telling the others that I was a slut and that I said I couldn’t get enough cum. After hearing that I knew what I had to do. I walked out of the stall and saw 4 guys plus the guy. , A.J. her bloody self!” I smiled again marvelling at his obvious excitement in just meeting me, “ Look,” he continued, “ I have to get back now, was just having a stroll in this lovely weather, but can we get a drink together tonight?”“Yes of course John, we’d love to. Say The Dutton’s Arms on the front at 8.30pm?” I smiled again as he took my hand, nearly shaking it off at the wrist,” God I’d love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, you look gorgeous!” I looked down at.