Someone was next to me again. Was it the same person? A cock brushed against my legs as the person lifted themselves over, lying between my open legs....I was so wet they had no trouble sinking their cock into me. Through the open crotch of my new knickers. A cock encased in a condom.Soon I was bucking hard, and I came. Did they? This whole thing was so frustrating. They may have come but with my orgasm and with them wearing a rubber, yet again I wasn’t sure. Surely it had to be James. Would he. After he sent it, he noticed it was from “[email protected]” ‘Well, he thought, that sure is a “mother I’d like to fuck”!’ Little did he know what would happen that night.Tim looked down and saw his boner. He had to satisfy himself. He brought the picture back up, lubed up his boner, and started to beat his meat. When he was finished, he noticed that once again, he had new mail. ‘Wow, he thought, I hope that’s her!” Sure enough, another message from [email protected]. The message read:“Hey baby,I. He laughed as I struggled with my bonds. He turned to the blond guy. "Do you want to go first?" he inquired. The big guy nodded eagerly and began stripping off his clothes. Soon he was naked. He then came and stood in front of me stroking his already large erect tool with long easy strokes. I gasped at the size of it.The guy stopped playing with my breasts. He looked down at my brief panties. "Let's see what she's got to offer down here," he said with a smirk, and with that, and amid my futile. She felt the most unobtrusive time to visit would be just after opening.She was right. Aside from herself, the only person in the gallery was the young man overseeing it, who she imagined must be a homosexual, though she felt it would be impolite to ask.The exhibition was spectacularly mild, at least compared to what she suspected Ruth believed. It consisted of a series of black and white photos of male and female faces in various states of rapture. That was all. Prudence wasn’t at all sure why.