So,I put my clothes back on and went next door and rung the doorbell and her husband answered and he was wearing some jogging shorts and it looked lik... he did'nt have anything else on under them.He was standing there with his big hairy chest and just shorts on and he told me to come in and asked me what i needed. I told him who i was and he told me his wife was'nt here at the time but he would go and see if he could find the stuff and he took off.He came back and i could tell that he did'nt. Because if it wasn't for my imagination, I would have gone crazy a long ass time ago!! I've rubbed and fingered myself in my car in public during the day, and rub and finger myself when i'm by myself. ugh. i can't help it, i'm always horny.the following story is simply made up from my dirty ass, horny imagination.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I've been. .. when I did, I saw Ken glance up ever so slightly, seeing if I was awake. A-ha! He was awake, and knew what he was doing! There was no mistake about it. I was pretty sure he didn't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the sensations I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably... he was pushing harder than he had previously... so I looked down, and as I did, saw him looking up back at. ”“Doing what, Gail?” Meghan asked.“Fucking me in the water,” Gail laughed, and pulled Dave with her to deeper water. They stopped not two feet from Meghan and me.“Meghan, do you wrap your legs around Murphy, and then sit down on him?”“Yes, we fucked in the Gulf of Mexico, last week, near Biloxi, and I screamed like there was a shark after me, when I got my cum.” Meghan laughed.“You went to Biloxi? We were thinking of going there for Labor Day, but the kids want to come back here. They claim the.