I feel you rubbing my ass gently, watching his hands explore my body. Your hands move to the point where we join, and feel me dripping wet, hot with d...sire. Your familiar touch reassures me, and I seek out your hand, not quite knowing where this will go next, but enjoying the empowering feeling that we are making this guys night. You roll me onto my back, legs wide open, exposing my pussy, the drivers hands are still kneading my breasts. He moves to kneel behind my head, still seeking your. So, which am I?” He paused for a moment.“You’re definitely the pie,” he said. “A big, beautiful, pie in the window of the bakery. And the bakery is closed -- locked up. I can drool outside the window, but I can’t get the pie.” By this time, he had parked.“Why do you think the bakery is locked?” Whoa, gal! He may hear you offering more than you intend. Well, how much did she intend to offer? He wasn’t going to be her date to the senior prom; if he wanted to lead her to bed, she would see how. You could see all the old men shifting in their seats, stirred by the memories of their wedding nights, their wives mortified, or delighted, by the sight. The best man and the maid of honor looked rather broom-closet rumpled. Even the young flower girl was casting around some saucy glances.An interesting turn of events was that this guy I didn't know was marrying a woman I did know. I'd grown up around Judy, though I hadn't seen her since she was sent off to some private high-school. Her. There was a whole range of men, taller, shorter, older and younger, good looking and ugly, all of whom had answered the online call to provide bucket loads of sperm for Maria.After all 20 had fucked Maria once each, the whore's cunt was swimming in cum. There was so much some of it it inevitably dribbled out of her fuckhole but much of the sperm donated by each pair of balls was continuously rammed deeper into Maria's cunt, with each cock squirting strongly inside her.All were ready for another.