Cheryl came back to the car and we drove the last five miles to her work in silence. The picnic was a lot of fun for everyone except me because I was ...ompletely caught off guard by Cheryls behavior and it was killing me to know what had gotten her so horny that she finger fucked herself off in a public toilet and especially one that was designed for men to watch and I was dying to know what she had written on the shit house wall. I had never seen her masturbate in the several years that we had. Harri opened the door. ‘Ashley, so nice to see you. I think Jeff will be ready soon.’ She gave me a delicious hug. She released me, but before I could answer her I was driven back by a tackle worthy of the most ferocious linebacker. ‘Ashley,’ said Sandy. She had her head buried in my chest and her arms held me against her as if she was afraid I would flee. I tousled her hair. ‘How have you been, Sandy?’ ‘Fantastic. I have Sam and Harri here, Jeff is home for the weekend and I met you. It’s like. And when he stuck it to me I could hear the other men moaning in lust as Jeff fucked me doggy style. He was very vocal and kept asking me if his black dick felt better then my husband's white one. Did I like them long, dark and thick? It was so strange to have this strange man fucking me and talking dirty, it made me crazy.He kept asking me if he was a better lover than my husband and finally I had to admit that he was. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations the likes of which. Her legs were tan, and toe nails painted.I could not help but to get extremly hard because of this. I could feel my dick throbing out precum, and had dirty thoughts of performing taboo acts of lust to this foxy cougar. She said to be there at about 6 in the morning, stood up out of her chair, bent down over me, with her DD jugs in my face, hugged me, and said "come hungary".At 6 sharp I rang her door bell, and she answered in her summer night gown, basicly see through, and white granny panties..