...which for me was the most exciting part.Norm and I small talked for a bit, primarily about the whiskey and tequila we were drinking together as it ...ade for a good, mutual talking point while we awaited for my wife's return from the bedroom. After a couple drinks or so, my wife returns from the bedroom. I could hear her heels on the hard wood floor a mile away and I knew she was fully dressed up before even looking at her based on Norm's reaction as she entered the room. His eyes got very. The guy left, and Amaya could hear the footsteps of a new guy almost immediately. He walked very slowly and took his time getting to the stall. The waiting was too much. Amaya lifted her skirt above her knees and rubbed her thong. A single stroke made her whimper. She was so damn hot, and this guy was taking so damn long. She wanted to cum, but she was going to wait till she had a cock in her mouth. Wesley would prefer it that way, she thought.The door to the stall next door closed. Pants were. I said, it was good, wasn't it? They both smiled. I just stood there for a second contemplating my next move. Now this is where the whore in me kicks in. I'm looking at these guys. The one guy still has a beautiful hard-on. Another guys good sized dick is hanging right there, I mean, RIGHT THERE. A guy that doesn't have a shirt on is looking very buff. I am totally wasted and at this point pretty fucking horny. I call my bf into the bedroom and tell him. This is your birthday. I know your. They would thank me later because the boyfriends would always give them great sex after the teasing torture I would implore on them. My hands cupped my 36D sized boobs and I began to massage my nipples through the shirt where they hardened almost instantly. There was a slickness between my legs as I slowly ran my right hand down to my panties. I rubbed my clit, gently at first, through my thong. They were getting close to coming. I could hear their panting and the quickened pace of their skin.