I asked him if he minded using the porta-john right there sitting next to our cars. He looked at the small plastic structure, looked at me and motione... his head with a quick nod towards our soon-to-be improvised love shack. In a brazen moment of complete disregard and with no onlookers in sight, I slid off my trousers exposing my hosed legs and my black panties. I kept my tee shirt on but tied it in a cute knot making it feel like a feminine blouse and I quickly entered the porta-john. It. Wanta know what that stands for?” He scratched his cheek -- “Well, I –“ “Gee, maybe we oughta wait a little later to clue this poor boy in,” Kelly said to Mary. “Now don’t be mean, girl. We told you about him and us, but he didn’t know about you and us.” “James, have a beer, buddy. Have some hors d’oerves,” said John, trying to ease him. He did relax a little, sitting on the rug by the fireplace, which flared and warmed them. He nibbled, took a swig and downed half the bottle. “I needed. ” She comes over and leans down over me. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, I think I was about to get on top of you, wasn’t I?”“Ja,” I agree, lying back on the window seat again. Placing one knee beside me, Storm swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.She is still wet and juicy from her own orgasm as she lowers herself smoothly down onto my blue-in-blue cock. “Mmm. Feels nice.“„Oh, ja!“ I agree, with a shaky intake of breath as I feel that lovely soft warmth. He was shocked that such a little, slender woman could take his entire cock without hardly a grimace or inkling of discomfort. He worked her slowly until Monique stopped sucking cock and screamed back, ‘Fuck me hard and fast. I’ve been a naughty girl. Punish me.’ The guy tried to do as told and began pounding into her just like she asked. Monique tried to hold on and keep the other guys cock in her mouth, but each thrust from the guy behind her made the cock go deeper down her throat causing.