Carol, a statuesque and even voluptuous brunette, tallish, with wonderful legs and hips, set off by fine, high cheekbones and a cultured speaking voic..., could not help thinking how dowdy Anne’s general appearance and dress sense was. Featureless uninteresting, inexpensive clothes and practical flat shoes, which gave no indication at all whether Anne would be attractive to men. Two hours passed quickly as they compared notes and talked about their families. Carol found herself warming to Anne. As Trevor looks down, Elaine slides her lips over his dick head and then slowly down his grisly pole, her hand she moves off his cock and underneath his hairy balls and starts to massage them. In no time at all his prick is deep in her mouth and her nose is buried in the pubic hair as he puts his hands behind her head and pushes himself in deeper still. With a gag Elaine pulls back opening her mouth to cough before again tightening her lips around his shaft and down towards the base of it. This. This was one of the best orgasms that I could remember. Marcus continued to lap my complete slit. The sensations were making me twist my ass back and forth. I needed his cock now.“Marcus, I don't know if I can take your thick cock, but at least try to fuck me now.”Marcus moved up over me. He was a huge man, I was a tiny little white woman under him. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I reached for his cock and put my hand around it. My fingers did not touch. I slipped his foreskin down. His. My vagina, no scrap that, my pussy was as slippery wet as the summer rain on parched land and my pussy lips as puffed up as fresh croissants. My clitoris was pure sensational nerves. Every little bump or touch would send me in a bodily bliss.With all the discipline I could gather I did not give in to the temptation to relief my sexual frustrations. I wanted to save it for the weekend. How I longed for someone to go down on me, to pleasure me, to make me orgasm, to send me into orbital bliss..