"My cock started to twitch under her hand bringing a triumphant smile to her face. "You love watching him spunk in my mouth. Your little slut wife dri...king it all down." My cock was now growing rapidly and she undid the zip to release it. "And you like it when he calls me a slut or whore and makes me kneel on all fours like a dog while he fucks me hard."Her own breathing was now increasing as she continued the dialogue. "Wouldn't you like to watch other men use me, watch then slowly strip me. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I answered, taking a step backwards. His face darkened, and he took a few strides over to me, pinning me against the wall. ‘What do you want from me?’ He asked quietly. ‘How can I show you what I mean? How can I explain to you what you’ve been putting me through?’ He grasped my shoulders, and looked into my eyes, searching them. ‘I just — ‘ ‘Just what? I can’t believe you don’t realize it by now, Fran, I just can’t believe it.’ ‘I just…’ I had to make a choice,. It wasn’t that bad a plan and it might have worked if Pat had plunged her rear seat out the window first. Marcia went first and comically gummed up the works when her robust bum got stuck in the window ledge.Pat trapped by the rounds encased in denim was caught pulled into one of the door less stalls and pushed bottoms up over the toilet between the tiled short privy walls. There was no reason to rebel now, so she just let it happen. However, Pat would never believe what happened next. She. Unfortunately, I woke up a mere few hours later with a pressing need to pee. However, I soon forgot all about that when I realized I had rolled over in my sleep and was now spooning my friend. Although she was quite beautiful, it was the fact that she wore nothing more than a skimpy tank-top and panties that forced powerful waves of arousal to wash over me. Unable to resist the touch of her soft skin, I felt my arousal level skyrocket. Before long, I felt an all-too-familiar feeling creep over.