Carol is a walking wet dream and she has men goggle eyed wherever she goes. She's had more passes thrown at her than all the wide receivers in the NFL... but she has never tried to catch one. It has always been my fondest wish to watch Carol in bed with another man, and she has always said that some day she will do it for me. In fact, she had one day shown me a list of who she was going to do and in what order she was going to do them. But she has steadfastly refused to be the first one to break. She was fascinated with the warm feeling of the throbbing hole as it pulsed around her finger. It felt like her finger was being sucked into the wet hole as she explored the slick and swollen walls inside Shelly's body. The feeling was different thanthen when she had her finger inside her own vagina. The angle was better and she could go far deeper. It felt as if her finger was inside a ripe, warm watermelon. She watched the point where her finger went into the open hole, imagining a fat penis. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold. I look around to make sure no one is around and when I’m certain, I unclasp my bra and let it fall into my hands. The wind and rain on my bare 36C breasts feel amazing and my nipples react instantly. I want to pinch them so bad but I have to control myself for now. I slowly place my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and push them down to the floor. I love being bent over like this, exposed to the world. I can feel my pussy already getting wet. When I stand up I look at myself in the.