Since I drove past the building five days a week it wasn't like I had to go out of my way. It was just that I had conflicted thoughts. The thought of ...nonymous sex always got me hard yet at the same time I considered myself heterosexual but leaning toward bisexual. Enough about mind games and back to my story.So a couple of months passed and it was now early Spring. Feeling a bit horny one afternoon after my final class, I was driving past the building that housed the steam bath when I decided. Steph was as angry as a nest of disturbed hornets. "Suzannah Weston and her mother are a couple of trollops, who between them have shagged every male in Shropshire between the age of sixteen and sixty." She exploded, furious faced. "Sophia Weston is a nymphomaniac, and I fear her daughter has inherited the nympho gene. But I would never believe Harry Ledbetter would do such a thing as to screw the wife of a friend and fellow Greenjacket, although I know most of his brains are in his. ”Her hand stayed in contact, only squeezing me a bit. My facial reaction was amazement. We had done the back-massage thing often, but this was the very first time she turned me over.“Wow! Eight inches ... I don’t know how much I could take of that?”“Where would you like him to put it first? Your mouth or your pussy?” Debbie asked her best friend as she began to give me a slow hand back and forth. My goodness, how wonderful it felt.Hillary was giggling, apparently over the word ‘pussy’ that she. Her fingers slid from his arse and massaged his balls, making sure they'd given her all they could while he smeared the sticky cream into her skin, sliding it back up for her to suck the head clean and complete his fantasy. Well, almost."Are you ready to cum?" He panted, wiping his cock over her spunk strewn face.She waggled her pencil thin eyebrows coquettishly and said, "suck it and see."Mike slid down her slippery body, licking up a mouthful of spunk to use it as a natural lubricant on the.