"With me," Heather added."Anyway," Sally continued, ushering us all inside, "you look like you could use a drink. Hot or cold?" Cold," we chorused."Be...er, is it?" Ah ... well, no, probably best not." That was Heather."No?" No. No, Steph." Hmmph."Sally looked around. "Oh, had some already? I hope you guys aren't overdoing it." That's why I said no." Okay. Sit. Sit."We all sat down around the dining table, and Sally grabbed some glasses, and some juice from the fridge. "This alright?" Perfect." We. I fumbled around the crutch of the Torsolet, trying to release thecatch, but without success. In fact, I couldn't actually feel the catch;it all felt just like brushing my hands against a woman's crutch, and asI struggled for release, I was getting hornier and hornier.'How the hell do I release this catch?' I asked Celia, who was almostlaughing at my efforts.'Oh, I'm not going to tell you that,' she said.'Why not?''Like I said, I've been reading the instruction leaflet, and there arefar more. Seconds later a cock head came through and was pressed up against her leg. Without even thinking about it I reached up between my wife's legs and rubbed the head up and down between my wife's pussy lips several times. She couldn't wait and dropped a hand down to guide the invading member home, then began to slowly rock her hips up against the wall again. I put my hand back up between her legs a pressed her pussy lips firmly around the dick that was now assaulting her pussy with a vengeance. . "I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you, meet me as soon as you get home". I did, and we fucked, and it was so very, very intense. He told me what a slut I was, and how he loved it. The entire time he was fucking me, he was telling me that this was what my two highway lovers wanted to be doing to me. I have often wondered what the two men beside me were thinking as they looked at me and jacked off. Were they imagining that they were playing and sucking on my breasts, were they imagining that.