It rattled harder. Then it popped open. “Oh, fuck!” I was too close. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. The door creaked on its hinges. Only tha... wasn't my stall door that had moved. Someone entered. Heels clicked on the tiles. There were three other stalls they had to pass. They wouldn't find me. My hand stroked to the tip of my cock, brushing the tip.“Sky?” my mother called.Oh, no. I erupted.My cum exploded from my cock just as my mother fully opened the door to the stall. I gasped as my. I had met Dean and Sandy online, when they had messaged me, admiring some of the pics I had posted. Through the months, we became friends, trading photographs and messages online. They lived on the west coast, far from the quiet boredom of the high plains where I reside.Dean originally was from the plains and had family in the area in the major metropolitan area about four hours from where I live. (On the plains, we don’t measure space by miles, but by the time it takes to get somewhere.). Mom’s hands were tied to the bed and dad fucked her pussy again. She couldn’t do anything. Just recieve his huge cock and wait. Dad was the master and mommy just a toy. He licked her nipples and toes but the best part was when he went with his head between her legs. He licked and fingered her pussy like a pro. She had huge orgasm in a while but dad didn’t stop. He stayed at her pussy and licked her clit. Mom loved it! She moaned again . ‘Fuck, this is awesome! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!. I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.“It’s a month since we had a second man for our pleasure baby,” I whisper to my man as he is fucking me on a Tuesday night. “Can you organize for this Sunday afternoon? Or.