The sight was unbelievable. Her usually well trimmed bush was a total mess as well as coated with glistening slime. I could see a ropy strand oozing o...t of her stretched slit.Judging by the size of the men's penises in the room, it was apparent that she'd been well stretched."W-What? N-Now?" I stammered more in shock than anything else."Of course. You fellows don't mind do you?"There was an instant almost simultaneous reply as the three gave their blessings to me doing as she asked of. You don'thave any other choice. Either you end up in the hospital wearing yourcorselette so Bruce can see you in the stretcher, or I show him here whereyou can try to explain to him why you are a pervert.I nod my head. She says, "pathetic." She turns and walks out of the roommuttering, "where the fuck can I get a real man?"I can accept a divorce. It is clearly the only option left between us. I amgoing to have a hundred black and blue marks the next day. I'll have to takesick leave. She is. He got two beers out of the fridge, the whole time watching her. Sitting down in his chair, he noticed her legs where spread slightly, just enough for him to see up her skin-tight skirt and notice she wasn't wearing any panties.His dick was raging by now. There was no way he could hide his hardon as it was tenting his pants. Looking down, then back up at her quickly, he noticed she was staring at it with a look of hunger and lust. "You know, I could help with that," she said, as she dropped to. “Do you like?” she asked again.I turned to answer and suddenly I realized, she was standing right next to me, her button-down blouse completely open, exposing her little small breasts neatly tucked into her white lace brassiere. I was speechless.“Do you like?” she pressed again, slipping her hand up under my wet t-shirt and on to my chest.“Yes,” I stammered out. She withdrew her hand and placed it directly on my crotch.“Do you like?” she asked, squeezing my balls and feeling for my dick.“Yes,”.