My panties were soaking as were my trousers I needed to change so went up to my bedroom to do just that as I stood in front of the mirror beside my be... my now discarded soiled panties and trousers laying on the floor I reach down to my pussy, I was soaking I began fingering myself, totally in my own world. Until hands tweaking my nipples and massaging my tits brought me round, Ben was standing in front of me his cock at full stand. I had to have him now, I was so wet and horny, I pulled him. 3:24pm.Two hours, thirty-six minutes to go. In a minute, it would be two hours and thirty-five minutes to go, and that was just five minutes away from being two and a half hours... He shook his head.Quit it, he told himself. You’re obsessing.“Duncan!”Brandi looked at him, wide-eyed. She’d spent the whole day struggling in her classes, feeling more and more stupid as the day went on. And she was so damn horny. It was as if the dumber she felt, the hornier she felt... No. No, that couldn’t be. Sitting down, she adjusted her black leggings, an uncomfortable necessity in the unforgiving heat to protect against the mosquitos. Canvas set up, she lit a small mosquito coil, cracked open a cold beer from a cooler, and drank in the view.Her mind drifted to an earlier time years ago of the ocean and the passion that uprooted her from the city to the small floating island town of Shōdoshima.Flickering specks of orange and red began to dot the darkening paths as they weaved between the fields. Feeling a little drunk and adventurous, she told the guy, “Hey, I don't think I have enough money. How about I make up the difference?” Without waiting for a response, Taylor dropped to her knees and gave the guy a blow job. The other girls watched in awe without saying a word. Taylor worked him over quickly and he came in only a few minutes. Overtime each girl took her turn preforming some sort of sex act on the pizza guy. Fat or thin, old or young, it didn't matter. A black guy worked over.