She continued fucking herself for a few moments, then brought the cocks over to where we were sitting on the floor.“Mmmm, I love the way I taste,”... she said, “I think you’ll like it too.”She offered them to us.“We’re going to push the envelope tonight,” she told us, “that is, if you aren’t afraid.”The two dildo-cocks were coated with her pussy juice, and she brought them to our lips.“Go on, lick and suck them,” she instructed us, “don’t be shy.”Rick and I looked at each other. This was beyond. Please go on and share with me the others you have.”Another fantasy I have had for a while and was always afraid to do it even before we met. Now I think I would do it with your help.” She gave a naughty, girlish giggle.“I always wanted to go to a glory hole at some adult store and give blow jobs to the men who showed up. I have always been curious to see many different cocks and to taste so many loads of cum. I was afraid to go alone but you could join me in the booth if it is big enough. Neither of us were tied down in a relationship, so we would prowl for pussy in the nightclubs, seeking the young ladies that prowled for cock. Like human fishing really, both genders just going out to 'get laid'. (But deep down, to really find a partner to settle down with, which is just what Mike did when he was 20) On one such Friday, when I was 19, I turned up as usual at Mikes house early evening time. His mum (or 'mom' for the people in the US) answered the door and said her usual "Hi. The park was large and mostly circular, the benched area was like a small cul de sac surrounded by tall bushes. One way to walk in and out. It was cozy and comfortable. As I settled myself I dove into my novel, getting lost in the romance and passion of the words leaping out at me. I was like many a woman. I had needs/fantasies most times they were only fulfilled through the erotica I could find in romance novels. Lost deep in what I was reading I was a bit startled when a mature gentleman.