“Only if it takes you that long to cum again.”“Maybe we’ll have to see how long it takes you to make me cum again at home,” she hinted.“No...w my face is turning red instead of yours.”Sandra let his cock shrink and reluctantly put it back in his jeans. She refastened several buttons on her top, excused herself, and went to the washroom.While Brad waited for her return, he contemplated texting Abby as to what he and Sandra had done. Then told her about the fun they were having and she’d be a good. When I showered, my fingers would find the slippery folds of my pussy and rub my clit and I would imagine him thrusting deeply inside me, completing me. I imagined him, at home alone, white cotton sheets covering his nude body, his erection tenting the covers, a sheen of perspiration covering his lean frame as he lay tortured, frustrated and aroused, thinking of me.Our dance of frustration came to a screeching halt one night without much fanfare or preparation. We were fixing dinner one night. I paid my money and made my way into the club. The place was mostly empty; it was early still and a weeknight. Still there were some people I recognized, and others I didn't.There was a new couple there, sitting in the corner of the common room, talking quietly to each other. They were half naked — his pants were off, and he was sitting there in a polo shirt and white briefs; her top was off: she was wearing a pretty, if mostly functional white bra, and a broomstick skirt.Her breasts were nice,. Her eyes were closed at that time and she was breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and saw me looking at her in a very seductive way. She smiled at me and said, “Do you like what you see?” I nodded my head in affirmation. She said you could touch it. It will not bite you.” I touched her pussy area. The feeling was heavenly. I began rubbing her pussy lips. I could feel the crack in her pussy and inserted my finger in it. I got a shock when I felt that the inside wet and hot. Earlier I knew the.