..." We're not anything," interrupted D,"but two people who fuck when we need it."I took another sip (read:gulp) of my beer. "Justin, you're not getti...g what she's saying. She wants us to run a train on her, and right now you're the only thing she's waiting on." FUCK!" Justin yelled,"Hell yea, I'm in."We finished our drinks without saying much more. At this point in my life, I was pretty cynical and brooding. When I was drinking, I wasn't much of a talker. I can imagine Justin was quiet because. That soft contact felt so good… It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art. Stifling a low moan, I pushed slightly back into the hands and then my reward was a more vigorous stroking. Because of the crowd in the elevator, I could not turn my head to see who was touching me.The hands started to become even bolder; lifting my tight skirt up and feeling my bare flesh. I felt myself sighing softly, hoping no one. “Not this one,” he whispered in her ear. The doors closed again, and as they closed and the elevator car lurched up Scott abruptly pushed his new partner up tight against the doors. She exhaled slightly as his left arm held her against the cold metal doors. His free hand slowly moved down from her shoulders to her back to her nice firm ass. He caressed and squeezed both cheeks, gently slapping them as the elevator rose several more floors before slowing to a halt.He pulled her back upright. Her head was almost between his front legs as she reached around and grabbed his huge swollen cock and started rubbing his giant cockhead up and down her already dripping pussy.He was hunching his ass and I knew he wanted his cock in Helena’s pussy. I thought there was no way he was going to get that giant pole in her cunt.But I was wrong. That horse cockhead was at least four inches thick…Helena rubbed it up and down her swollen slit a few more times and then pushed back and I watched in.