If I thought I was wet, I was nothing compared to Janice, hers was sopping and I had a field day, licking the juice from her, whilst probing her rear ...with my middle finger.She was starting to buck as I began pushing my tongue deep into her, then removing it and swirling it up to her clit and then back down to her hole. I let a little dribble of saliva run to her arse and slipped another finger in, beginning the process over again."Wait!" she panted and handed me a floppy pink rubber phallus.. She loved their strength and loved the way they looked at her, with such hunger. It was usually easy for her to meet men. She looked quite young for her age, and could easily pass for fourteen or fifteen. Her big, round, green eyes, full lips and easy smile didn’t hurt either. She loved how the men looked her, especially when they thought she was younger. Just like the last man she dated. Frank liked her to play fantasy games with him. She dressed up and did whatever he asked of her. . My hard-on poked her in her ribs. She turned to me and gently grasped my cock. She whispered to me “Is that your wife?” I nodded. She had a nice pair of firm B-cup boobies. She stayed half facing me, half watching the show and gently stroked my cock with one hand while her other hand rolled around my hairless ballsack. I occasionally tweaked her nipples as I watched Shelly and my wife.Shelly slipped fingers into Kelly’s soaking wet cunt. Kelly moaned loudly and came immediately. We all heard. No, what I'm talking about is the dreary whining of the self-absorbed me, me, me generation. Is it entertaining? Is it fuck. Is it sexy and erotic and suitable for a nice interlude of grappling with your intimate bits and bobs in a public toilet? Not a chance. It's as dull as some especially brackish ditchwater trapped within the world's least interesting ditch. Yes, indeed. Now, I don't know about you, but when I'm faced with a soul-destroying and tedious bit of prose I like to spice it up.