She resumed, hitting pretty hard but not for as long as I had expected her to go on. After a couple of minutes she put her brush down and started rubb...ing my ass again. “You really feel hot now; I can feel it radiating off you.” Then she poked a couple of places on me, “These darker spots, I bet they’re rather tender.”“Ow, yes, ma’am, that really smarts.”“Interesting pattern I left on you, little circles amid the lighter patches. I could have covered your entire bottom, but I think you learned. Bill was grunting and groaning and Bev must have been screaming her orgasm into the room. “Well…fuck…me!” exclaimed Jane using long drawn out words. She looked down on her husbands arse as he pumped into the red-headed tart on the bed, she hadn’t even got her kit off properly before the slob of a husband had stuck his cock in her. Fuck they looked gross together, thought Jane. The words were enough. Bill looked around and started to dismount the tart and Bev, looked on in amazement and sheer. You lay back and spread your thighs wide. The view before me is glorious, your beautiful face framed with your long hair, your glorious curvaceous body, your full heavy breasts flattened against your chest, your hard stiff nipples proudly erect. I kneel between your open legs and gently kiss your inner thighs above your lace top stockings working on each thigh in turn stopping tantalisingly short of your glorious swollen wet juicy pussy. I can wait no longer and trace the outline of your lips. I am glad i recorded it all to re read and remeber all the fuzzy details i still masturbate thinking about it now more and more often. So recently not searching but maybe subliminally I am cruising mens rooms at random locations and purposefully standing away from the urinals to show what maybe interested men i am willing. After close to a year of this behavior in a walmart restroom I found a middle aged man gazing at my cock as I shoot my stream. I couldnt believe it finally I thought so.