Jim sighed as he gazed upon the two solid little mounds and tiny ass crack. His mouth instantly watered and his cock began throbbing with his every ra...id breath. Without having a need to contemplate things, Jim instantly realized the ass his eyes now feasted on was the most perfect he had ever laid eyes on. Not one single blemish could be detected as his eyes traced every muscular chiseled outline of Justins juicy butt. Jim scooted his body over towards his right, then barked out, Young man,. She didn’t ever think of them as people. They were nothings... nobodies... no ones... and those “no ones” knew all about her evenings riding her “unicorn,” as she called her machine.“How long do you think this slut needs to ride the unicorn before she has her tenth orgasm?” asked Max.Loraine’s mouth was now fully agape. The fact that Max had called it a unicorn shocked her greatly. But ten orgasms! She had ridden her unicorn to five before, and perhaps six or seven if she was really carried. I didn’t really know the extent of their relationship, but it seemed a safe bet that both of them knew exactly the geographic location of each other’s clitoris and what it took to bring it to a satisfactory orgasm when there were no boys around to take up the slack.Once she knew that Sue and I were doing it fairly regular, she started rubbing her twat on my knee or elbow to remind me that she was all female and eager to fill any needs that might arise in Sue’s absence. One Sunday morning, I was. The man stepped aside and Deek took his place and practically dragged me towards the restroom. My feet couldn't keep up with his pace and I kept losing my balance.One thing I'll never understand about men and using the restroom is why are they such pigs in there? Trash and dirt every where, piss on the floors and toilet seats, dirty sinks and walls and the smell is the worst part of it. This restroom was one of the grossest ones I'd ever been in and the stench was overpowering.I know this.