My mind is rambling, all over the place today instead of my usual laser focus. I look at the news on my laptop and surf the web and something caught m... eye. It was a simple question; one I have never given much thought to until now. 'Why do you crave cock?'I sat there, still in my camisole and not much more. I could feel the cool morning air on my nipples and my hand languidly resting between my legs and I can feel a hint of fresh wetness as I ponder.Let me count the reasons that I love cock.. I know that is a frightening prospect, but don't fear it. George and I will be there, as will Ms., Ms. Smith was it? and Principal Rutherford," Dad replied. Fran's question obviously had a lot of levels in it, but I think Dad was right in taking them one by one.So we drove off - Ms. Smith with Mr. Rutherford, Fran with Dad and me. Nothing was said in the car - Fran seemed completely numb. We were received at the hospital chapel by the staff who had attended to Fran's mother's body. She didn't. He reaches over and runs his hands over her small but firm tits, which resemble mine maybe 34b, she pushes her ass back more, as I have my hand on her pussy and his cock, I slides his cock out of his boxers, and hold it against her bare wet slit. I can’t believe im doing this, holding my husband’s hard cock against our friend Katie’s wet pussy as am feeling it and rubbing it. I am worried what am I doing, but I can’t stop myself as lust has taken over me. Both Craig and Katie are now waking,. After we had eaten Mrs O said she fancied staying on for a couple more glasses of red wine so i told her to go for it. As the afternoon wore on the garden started to empty out until there were only a couple of people at the far end and an elderly couple sitting directly opposite us, the man was facing our table while his wife had her back to us reading a book. Even though he looked to be in his sixties he still had an eye for Mrs O's legs which she found amusing especially as he kept winking at.