Don't judge me, I'm shallow when I'm forced to be up in the middle of the night. All I could see was a flash of blue eyes and her hair. Red hair. It t...ailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced. I sure liked it when she was there because she always made sure that the men with the biggest cocks fucked Lydia. There were only two or three guys in the group who had cocks that were the equal of my eight incher. But one of them had a full nine inch sausage that Lydia really enjoyed and so did I, especially when I could watch her suck it off and swallow its huge load of cum.But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and we had been assigned at this location on the east coast for right at five. Bending, I kissed her deeply our tongues entwined, my mouth filled with her breath and her moans. Breaking the kiss she whispered to me "Oh God Emm it's beautiful, fucking wonderful!". Her hand searched and found my cock which for the past while had grown and shrunk a few times, this time though it was growing again. Worming her hand inside of my pantyhose she closed her hand around my maleness (first thing tomorrow I must buy some stockings and suspenders). She gripped tightly as she was. I couldnt hold it in much longer and whimpered, releasing my fluids, feeling as she had already had her tongue stuffed in my opening to receive them. Quickly, I pulled her into my chair after getting up and got on my knees and hurriedly unzipped her jeans. I felt so eager to give her the same pleasure. As soon as I pulled her jeans and panties down, there was a bulge and soon a cock sprung out, ready to great me. And no I don’t mean a strap on.... it was a dick. She, was a he-she. I didn’t know.