"Nice and firm, turned up and welcoming, just the way I like it," his voice is above and behind me now. His hands slide down inside my thighs and push...gently but insistently. I open my legs for him. "You don't know which one it is, coming up to you right now, to fuck that pretty little pussy." God, he is so dirty. I feel his knees settle between mine, the presence of his body radiating down on me. I jump as a warm finger slides between my legs, dips into me. It comes away wet. "You don't even. He was in his early 40's and married. He and his wife had been married for about 15 years and they used to have sex often. Nowadays,they both had busy schedules and their sex life had slowed down to about once aweek. He would jerk off occasionally to keep his stress down, but his sexual cravings had increased over the past few years. Lately, he was having lustful thoughts towards some of the young ladies in his classes. It began a few years ago as he would watch the girls come to class in their. They should bring an additional 30 day’s supply Just in case the trip took longer than the expected 45 days. The man also directed him to where he could find accommodations until their departure.This wait had not been expected. A week of waiting with nothing to do seemed impossible. It was important to find a place to stay but they were surprised and disappointed when they found that the only place to stay was a storage stall in a warehouse. The stall consisted of a floor and three walls. Phil figured Rich would fit right in, and he did. At one point, we were at the bar and got to talking about, what else, women. The banter went back and forth, and at one point I made the remark that "most women think cocks are ugly." Well, they are, in their way," replied Rich, "but they also can be attractive in their way too."I agreed. "Sure, but our opinions are biased because we've both got great looking hardware." That brought a good laugh, along with the guys down the bar hassling us,.