I left the door open for him, but later I heard him going straight to his room. I was feeling horny with all the dirty thoughts about my son’s cock,...and the way he had fucked me both times. I tried to slip my hand in my panties and rub my clit but it didn’t help much. My son had already fucked me twice so if we would do it again then it would not be a big deal, would it be? I got up and headed to my son’s room. I opened the door of his room hoping to catch him masturbating and then give him a. But before he could try anything stupid, one of the other passengers opened a knife and pressed it against his ribs. ‘Out,’ he said. My assailant banged on the metal wall twice, the signal for the driver to stop. He got out with a helpful push from the other two passengers. Once we were underway again, I flung the knife out the back. Apparently not keeping the knife got me points with the other knife-wielding passenger. ‘You go to Port Au Prince?’ he said, in very rough English. I nodded yes.. He let his dick slide across her wet slit and around her clit slowly back and forth while she pushed her hips into him. She wanted him, but he wanted to tease her. He pushed her onto her side and held her, his left hand cupping her breasts, tickling and pinching her nipples. She could feel his throbbing cock sliding between her legs from behind, as he caressed her wet pussy with this left hand, his mouth at her ear “you like that?” he whispered. “God, yes” she could hardly get the words out.. That fueled my fantasies to no end, but with the handful of boys that I actually "made it" with, none of them really blew my socks off.I felt like I was constantly horny, and no matter how many times I masturbated or used whatever "technique" my girlfriends would tell me about (including the use of various objects), I was just never satisfied. When I went to college in Gainsville, I went crazy! I was having sex several times a week and masturbated every chance I got – sometime three or four.