As she unbuttoned the blouse Julie glanced over at Ed as he traded lenses on his camera. She had always found him attractive but she didn’t know if ...it was because of his looks or his accomplishments in photography.As they moved into the next series of shots, yet again Ed posed her in a very provocative way. But this time he flirted a bit - “Julie your legs are killing me!” It wasn’t so much the words, or the way he smiled, but the unbroken eye contact that he held slightly longer than was. Sinking the final thick inches of my cock in to her right up to the base, my swollen balls pushing against the bottom of her pussy I savoured the moment. Laying my sexy, cheeky, quite clearly dirty little boss down on the plush cream leather back seats of her husband’s car and impaling her soaking, hot little pussy with my aching hard rod was hotter than I’d ever even dared to imagine. She pulled up the bottom of my shirt to stroke and lightly rake her nails across my bare chest and stomach. Then I got mad and decided to roll with the punch and get even. I thought ‘Fuck you Rob. I’ll teach you to play tricks on me’. ‘Next time it happened, instead of blushing and running, I stared back and said to this black guy, ‘Think you’re good enough?’‘Well I’m black so I’m worth a look aren’t I?’ he fired back.‘I wasn’t expecting that but that’s when I made the snap decision to fuck someone to get back at you. So I said ‘The Hell with it! Why not? Your place? Now?’ He nearly crashed his car. The boys whooped and cheered. A roar echoed through the gym. They were all so horny, their youthful faces twisting with pleasure. I shuddered as their passion washed over me. My snatch tightened in anticipation. Mom, sitting in the front row, squirmed. She had her legs tightly crossed, her cheeks dark. She was dressed with all the modesty that a married, Muslim woman should possess, her hijab covering her hair, her skirt long, her blouse up to her neck.But I could tell she wanted to be out with.