My cunt seemed to be on fire, my whole body possessed of a strange life of its own, shaking as if cum was spurting deep into my slit. I squatted astri...e an imaginary cock and swiveled my hips, circling round and round like a slow belly dancer. I moved faster and faster, furiously rocking my hips from side to side as if scorching the skin of some cock. But the juice which was oozing out of my cunt wasn't imaginary! "Oooh, that's fabulous!" squealed Tish snapping away. I lay back and stretched. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him touch and caress my white, creamy legs and my soft, bare back. My husband wasn't too fond of this, but I let it continue.Some time after that, Rodney sent me a discreet text on my phone asking me to meet him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the bathroom. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his monstrous cock, gagging and choking, but my strong Lebanese pride made me stick to the task. Fu, the patron saint of silence. I got to the cafeteria early and sat where I could watch the most remote corner. A short time later, a tall handsome man who looked like maybe he was in his late twenties took his tray to the corner, sat facing the wall, and started reading a very surprising book. My pussy started telling me that I had to fuck this man and I agreed with her, if only I could find a way to make it happen. He was about 6' 3" and nicely muscular, with black hair, blue eyes, and what. I even once bent over in fron of him purposely so my 38DD breast would spill out in front of him. Even then he just politely exited the room without a second glance. Needless to say, i was irate. I put myself out for this guy to literally grab me, and he ignored me time and time again. I thought I would never be able to get into his pants and feel his throbbing dick in my hot pussy.That thought was quickly eliminated from my mind on one fateful day. As I was rushing to the restroom one day,.