As it grew more and more intense, my bladder was also filling quicker. The full feeling was starting to have its effects on me. I was now extremely ho...ny and almost ready to cum. Just as I am about to lose control, I see my exit. Oh no, I can't wait, I can't make myself stop. I keep going, I reach my stop sign, the intersection very busy. I know I'm going to be waiting a bit, so I take advantage of the time. I reach my hand down to my throbbing pussy, using my fingers, I spread my tingling. Regretting leaving her mouth, but looking forward to her pussy, Jake slowly pulled his prick from her willing lips. His cockhead popped free like a cork from a bottle, glistening with her spittle.Martha eyed him curiously, knowing that Jake seldom turned down the offer of a blow-job."I wanna fuck your cunt, baby," he rasped. "I'll take a rain check on the blowjob until tonight."Martha smiled and leaned back, licking her lips, not caring which of her fuckholes he emptied his bloated balls into,. ” She does not call me a slut. She does not call me a cunt. She does not call me a whore. You are so lovely, she said. The words are seismic. I slide my fingers against my pussy lips, and then slip them just inside me. I let out tiny quiet whimpers as I began to finger my pussy, first one finger inside me and then two. She responds with her own sounds, sound that defy words, sounds that come from deep inside her, like waters pouring from a private well. I picture her fingers buried deep inside. Suddenly the man paled, looked around, and left in a hurry. I went to Katy who looked angry."Angel, what was that?" Nothing much, he just came to tell me that I could certainly have a future in modeling and movies, and that he could really help and teach me. Then I told him that he reminded me of someone I saw years ago in a basement of a house in the Midwest, just before a police raid. I said that I was not sure, but if I could see if his dick was still the same small and crooked one, I could.