" I typed thoughtfully. "Sure baby." "I lied to you." "About what?" she asked. "I actually have a man." I answered. "What's the matter, you don't like...women?" Ouch, I thought. That hurts. "No, I prefer men!" I shouted it as I typed. "Walters you OK?" Oh damn. It was Smith from the next cubicle. "I'm OK Smith, thanks." I stuttered. "Just a bad day dream." "Look," I began cautiously, "The truth is, I am a man." "Ha, if you don't like blondes be honest." she typed, "I can bring my redhead friend. V. channels like HBO. This also meant that all sexualities, attractions, preference's, identities, exploration, kinks and body images weren't mocked and shaming someone about any of them was frowned upon, taboo and even chargeable offenses if extreme enough.Public sex was not as common as the others simply because of various laws protecting minors from seeing and/or participating in any and all forms of sexual conduct. The laws surrounding the protection of minors from sex were clear and easy. I wanted it so bad. And I knew in that instant that I was gonna take her up on her offer! I wanted her to be my whore and I was gonna fuck her every chance I had! And with that ultimate decision… I was cumming for the third time! Oh my fucking god, I was cumming inside Mrs. Baker’s hot sweet cunt! My back arched and I let out a long wail. I felt my semen fill her up! Betty was grunting with her own orgasms, one after the other! “Fuck me, Neal… fuck my pussy… fuck your whore… make me cum baby!”. ? Liz looked at Jim with her big enchanting eyes. She let her gaze wonder from his eyes that were locked to hers down over his exposed body until they rested on the tightly clasped hands over his genitals. With a lick over her lips she offered him a smile and very lightly indicated with her right hand that she expected him to offer her a free view to his private parts. To his utter astonishment Jim felt himself give in and dropped the hands to his sides. Heat and humidity seemed to increase as.