"I was, er going to, um, you know." The pharmaceutical salesman was at a loss for words."Fuck me? Is that what you're trying to say? Jesus then say i..., say you want to fuck mommy."He stood there next to me, his cock inches from my lips and although I had never touched another man's cock in my life, I began to stroke mine with the thought of having to clean that monster as I cupped his balls. "I want to fuck you." He delivered the line like a soap opera actor. Ruth spread her legs and work the. Back in the car. ‘Which direction, Enrica?’ I asked. ‘Straight. Make the right at the light and left on Cumberland,’ she said. I pulled into the college traffic. ‘Do you mind if I sit in the front seat with you?’ ‘Be my guest. I’ll just pull over and…’ ‘Keep driving, Mr. Hazlette. I’ll just climb over the seat.’ Before I could protest she had swung her legs over the seat, slithered over the top of the seat, and graciously settled into the seat ruffling her skirt back into place. Her feet were. The tower behind us, adorned with the Chez Shan-Marie sign, was filled with restaurants, tea shops, a cafe, and any sort of table, food, and beverage combination you’d want. He pointed across the way.“For sluts, there’s very little clothes worn at a rave.” He pointed to our left. “Or if you want schoolgirls, the continuing education center can have a dress code enforced. Though that’s more of a daytime brothel.” He swung his finger all the way across the fountain, my eyes never reached the far. " "I want to make you cum in me, fill me up." Sandy, next to me, fucking Bill's cock back and forth, began to twist her hips around and Marybeth soon started the same. They were both in front of Bill and me, twirling their hips, their breasts swaying back and forth, as each husband arched his cock into the other wife's wet pussy. Bill and I cummed in less than a minute apart as our wives followed right behind. We each were squeezing cum and juices out of the pussy we were fucking which was.