I could tell Sharon was turned on and her juices would be running out her cunt.we left the pub and drove to a nearby dogging site where parked the car...and waited for Sharons cunt to draw men in to the car park, I was finger fucking her to while away the time. Soon there was a group of men round the car, looking in telling me to finger her harder. I got out the car and asked the men to take their cocks out so I could select the ones I wanted to take back the to our house, we picked eight men to. Then I slowly started pumping back and forth. It felt exquisite. She didn't try to stop me, probably hoping that I would come and then leave her alone. Not today, though. Holding her wrists, I lifted myself up a bit and moved my cock a little lower. On one of my downstrokes, I moved enough that the head of my cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. She gasped and tensed. I went back to rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Ever couple of strokes I'd brush my head against her wet lips. Then,. Or healed. A thirst that can't be slaked. A nostalgic longing for a love who isn't there. And I think about what saudade really means: it's a longing for a love that might never return. "Saudade," I say. "It's Portuguese for missing someone." That translation was close enough. Izzy has no patience for extra information. Or subtlety. One sentence too many and she goes off into another place."I don't know the word for being devastated and incredibly happy at the same time. What part are you. Then on another occasion, we spend the night farther South in The Ozarks with a couple in their home, visiting with both he and she, but only the guy played. It was a good time until the next morning, when right in front of his lady, he's clinging to mine. Something none except him enjoyed. Needless to say, we are no longer in touch with him. A couple years ago, my gal hooks up with another married guy, and really enjoyed herself. But in every situation, each of these guys were white. Then.