One hand on my clit, the other in Jonathan’s hair, I played till I came. I came hard. Jonathan touched my tender pussy and felt all the juices. He a...ked me to come in so he could fuck me. I loved that he was talking dirty. I looked at him and said, ‘What kinda girl do you think I am? I just came for coffee and you want to fuck me?’ Jonathan looked into me deep, kissed me, bit my lips and whispered, ‘I will fuck you like my very own slut’. Mmmmm…we were in his house, in his bedroom and he was. The idea of shooting my cum on a woman sounded like fun. But I also thought the idea of watching other guy stroking their cocks and then seeing them shooting their loads sounded great.According to the husband’s emails, I never did learn his or her names, he had about 20 guys that were coming to the party. He said he wanted more. He also told me that he had all of the guys arriving at the same time because he wanted to see one after another shoot their loads on her face. He also told me he would. ”“OH HELL YES! I wish we had time, we’d give you some super-duper pussy, just to make sure we’re pregnant.”“We should be coming back this way around the first of the year - that is, if we’re not booked in another direction about the time we leave Las Vegas. Maybe we can get together and celebrate the fact you’re both going to have our babies.”“If you don’t come this way by then, let us know when you’ll be any where close to Little Rock again, and we’ll meet.”“You both need to put on larger. This was not an unusual activity for them. They had petted in this way on several previous occasions. Sally had not objected then, and didn’t now. But this time, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and Frank reveled at the feel of the tantalizing shape and hardening nipples through the sheer material. ‘That has to go,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not wearing a shirt, why should you? Don’t you believe in equal rights for women?’ he murmured as he began undoing the buttons. Sally didn’t object as Frank carefully.