A young housewife across from me was opening and closing her legs like a telegraph signal giving me little flashes of her pretty pink panties and her ...an line that was an inch or two below her panty line. Her face was hard like a slab of granite with absolutely no smile to speak of and eyes that broadcast her eternal sorrow at living in this shitty place. Yet, when my glance fell down to those almost sheer panties, I saw her hairy muff pressing against the fabric and I knew she was probably wet. He was not letting his face slide out from her ass crack. He is following her movements very well. I become hornier and tried to smooch madam again. She kept moving her face away. I chased madam’s lips and finally I managed to hold it with mine. This time she didn’t pull away. She is not kissing me back, but she let me kiss her.I started to suck her lips, tongue and everywhere inside of her mouth. I licked her inner lips, her teeth, her inside walls and everywhere i could reach inside her. Upon intermission of girls sucking him off, we start to experiment with our toys. Sex just fills the air as we girls sixty-nine one another, finger one another, caress and fondle each other as we watch and listen to one by one suck him off. Finally the last girl in line has her moment. We all watch in anticipation. His breathing is really labored and his knees are weak....my pussy is so wet about thinking how he is going to fuck one these girls either really hard or how he is going to fuck her. The others stoodand watched him as he pounded me harder and harder grabbing me by my hair addingto my discomfort. My knees now cut and bleeding and my back still sore fromthe baton stroke that once he had finished I fell to the floor in absoluteagony and despair, tears rolling down my face as I curled up into a littleball and took a long look at Joes eyes. I noticed that tears were freely flowingfrom his eyes down his cheeks and he looked in pity upon me. I needed not his pity but his arms.