"we can both find some comfort in this". She turned the tv on. she was seating on the bed while i was sitting in an armchair next to the bed. we were...both sweating hard but none touched his parts nor looking at eachother. i took the initiative and un button my jeans. i slowly grab my dick inside my pants and started stroke it really slowly. i saw her without turning my head that she was looking at me and started to stroke her pussy above her pants. in a few minutes her hand was also in her. With each "pounding" I was slowly building up to the big finish and in just a few more rubs of my clit I was there. My body jerked while I was coming and still rubbing my clit, I laid on my bed thinking how sweet that would have been if it was real.While that first fantasy was wonderful I also thought how wonderful it would be to have a woman have her way with me, but not someone I knew. A total stranger. I'm not sure why I fantasize about strangers and get so turned on but I do. The good thing. There were three Mullato ex-prostitutes from New Orleans. They were fine beauties of the highest yellow skin color and one of whom was almost as white as me. They had been suckled at their mother’s teats in the seediest whore houses near the New Orleans harbor and found living as a pony-girl to be to their liking as they were coarse and vulgar through hard and deviant living.Olive Oatman was en route from Illinois to California with her family in the search for gold when they were ransacked by. ” They could hear her now; hear her orgasm time and time again; hear her cheating on her husband with her lover; hear her enjoy another man in her husband’s bed. Crystal had lost it. Her dignity had now gone too. As the vibrator throbbed deep inside her she not only screamed but she also begged; begged for Arthur’s cock. Her neighbours were hearing her beg him to fuck her. And Arthur just ignored her pleas; ignored her tortured cries and continued to use the vibrator on her; hard, fast and.