’ I busied myself with rinsing out the cups. ‘Oh okay, but only if you promise not to throw yourself at me unexpectedly, I want to be completely r...ady the next time it happens.’ He laughed softly and was gone before I could catch his eye. ‘I wouldn’t go hanging my hopes on there being a next time!’ I shouted after him. ‘Hope springs eternal and I’ve always been a bit of an optimist.’ Came the cheerful response and I smiled, despite myself. With a steaming hot mug of coffee in each hand, I. In no time, I was stroking my thick shaft, when suddenly, the guy who let me use the booth, walked in on me. Now, under ordinary circumstances, I would have covered up and been embarrassed. But, for some reason, today I wasn't. I just stood there - cock at attention - staring at this complete stranger. His eyes opened wide as he just stared at my big cock. I have to admit, it was harder and larger than I had ever seen it before. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head. Paul was building an amazing pressure inside of him and was having the most amazing fuck of his life; he felt like a porn star as he lasted way more time than usual and his wife never had more than one orgasm when they normally fucked. He wanted this to last forever so he took her legs and moved then upwards so he could get as deep as he could – Helen didn’t complain and moaned louder as he put her legs against his chest.Helen’s pussy felt amazing and he had a great time massaging her tits. He had fucked me in his classroom on holidays. He had fucked me in the terrace of school, as well as the staff room. There was no place left for him to fuck me. The most difficult was being fucked in boys toilet during school hours when i was in the toilet being drilled by him and the boys were using the urinal. i had to keep my mouth shut when he was being too hard so that the boys dont hear me.but there was this one sex that lead me being fucked by a sex maniac who was my ex husband colleague.