She turned him on in a big way. His cock was hard as he crawled onto the bed, between her legs. He leaned over and ran his tongue around her puffy pus...y lips, then slid his tongue into her sweet hole, enjoying her sloppy wetness. He sucked on her clit for a minute then reached for the salt grinder. He turned the grinder a couple of turns and salted her pussy like he would a fine piece of meat. The salt crystals glittered like diamonds in her bush and around her delicious pussy lips. He reached. Since I had never been along on one of their fuck junkets I eagerly agreed. I couldn't imagine why he could be concerned about too many men since he and I both had seen her fuck eight to ten men on occasion. She was scared, excited, afraid, and horny all at the same time.She bathed and dressed in a black garter belt, black stockings, black shelf bra, mid- length A line black skirt, cream colored silk blouse with no sleeves, and five inch open heels. The blouse was solid colored but the black. That was an event they would both long remember. She had started dating his roommate and had spent a few nights at the apartment. Scott could hear them through his door as they screwed. One night he was watching a movie when they returned from a party and headed for the bedroom. After a bit the door opened and Shelly emerged in a robe and found a glass which she filled with wine.Scott asked, “Are you OK?”“Not really. Can I sit and watch the movie?”“Sure.”A few minutes later Shelly said, without. Paul, her Australian smoking hot swimming teacher was watching her, his eyes slightly bugged out and staring at where her shorts stuck in between her pussy lips. Jeanne giggled silently. Men were such suckers for pussy. She started purposefully thinking of things that made her wet…thick cocks…tongue on her clit…squeezing her nipples…until her pussy dripped and damped her shorts, making her cunt, and her want, so conspicuous. Jeanne ran her hands up her thighs, loving the way Paul looking at her.