Holding her hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning, Becky was in the throes of sexual bliss. Had she known how good it was to be fucked, she would ...ot have waited so long.Her moaning, and knowing she was enjoying being fucked, only spurred the Coach on. Soon he was slam fucking her. Because he had so recently came, he had better than normal staying power, meaning Becky just might be receiving the best fuck of her life. Becky began having a series of small orgasms, but when the Coach blasted. I moved my thumb in a circular motion, making me moan a little bit louder. My legs spread out and I finally slid down a bit in my seat, adding another finger to my wet hole. I could feel myself throbbing around the intrusion, moaning again I began to curl my fingers towards my belly button, moaning out again, eyes shut tight. "Oh my god, yes." I whispered and sunk my teeth into my lip, swallowing hard as my fingers viciously attacked my own g-spot. My body was squirming just a little bit in my. "I hope so" came another voice behind him. Oh. A six foot black guy with FRIENDS. Who were also getting an eyeful."Yes?" I managed. This gang was looking at me in the doorway like- well, how I looked at guys at work! In spite of the cold air making my nipples stick out like erasers, I felt my face get hot. And my cunt. Damn my sex drive.The black guy smiled wider. "We're from Satisfaction Anonymous." He leaned forward to put his lips near my ear- my breathing stopped. "And it looks like we're. That probably would been it if she hadn’t gotten stranded. It was pouring rain, and being late October it was also cold. She was standing outside the door on her phone. ‘Damn it!’ she said, starting to cry. I’m a sucker for a crying woman, couldn’t help it. I took her arm gently. She looked around in surprise. ‘Are you all right?’ I asked, as gently as possible. I think the sympathetic look pushed her over the edge. ‘NO, I’m not all right. My piece of junk car just stopped running, leaving me.