She didall of this while her tongue and mine were wrestlinginside each other’s mouths, mmmmm. I felt her hand encircle my rigid piece, and she b...ganstroking me, down the veined shaft, to the head, thenback down the shaft. She would pause just below the headand squeeze, oohhh, I can’t tell you how many times Icould feel myself starting to cum, but she would move onat just the right moment, letting me savor the approach. Her other hand found my balls and she was gentlymassaging them,. The purple-haired cashier starts putting through the stockings, barely interested as she continues talking to another colleague but then smirks as she sees the prostate massager."Do you need any lube for this?" she asks, glancing up at me. "Well, fuck me, it's Matthew."I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I recognise the woman as Sadie from my class; my brother's ex-girlfriend who I fucked. The last time I saw her, was when John beat me up during one of my most self-destructive. He looked at me and said my God damn dick is hard . I said mine too. Then my wife said well my pussy is wet so let's go to our room. I stood and took out my wallet, I tossed a ten on the table and said lets go fuck. My wife stood and said honey Roger and I will do all the fucking you will only be a spectator. I said what ever will make you happy sweetheart. Roger explained he had walked to the restaurant from the terminal that us unloadhis rig. I said ride with us and I'll bring you back. We were alone in a barely furnished studio apartment. A Murphy bed unfolded from the wall conspiciously occupied much of the single room.Susan dropped her coat on the single chair in the room and sat on the green blanket and patted the bed next to her. Then she held out her arms. "Come here and give a girl a kiss."I was still uncertain what all this meant, but I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, and we embraced. This time, she took the initiative, stroking my hair and kissing not only my.