Right around the corner was the second girl who gave me the pussy mound rub and she nodded me over to where she was standing with a smile on her face.... I looked around to make sure the other girl was truly gone and this was not some sort of trap to get back at me for being too much of a wise guy on the train.She was alone."Sorry I got all hot and bothered on the train but your friend's backside was pushing right into me. I couldn't help it and I get real big when something like that happens."She. ..my husband" she moaned between gasps as her orgasms continued until the most amazing orgasm of her life hit her body. Shame, guilt, fueled her arousal as she slid face first to the floor and passed right out, her ass still stuck up in the air. She wasn't out for long and as soon as she had come to, she found out that two more black men had joined the other four and they all began taking turns using her again and again. They spent the rest of the night using her ass and pussy and mouth. They. “Just? Just? Listen here my girl, that is my favourite vase. Well, was my favourite vase?” I was almost shaking as she snapped at me. I hadn’t helped calm her down that was for sure. She took a deep angry breath and said sternly, “Robert, get your trousers down and your underpants and get across my lap.” Mrs Witton then rolled each of her sleeves up to above her elbow showing she really meant she was going through with her threat. Different to Robert’s unfulfilled threat I thought. Mrs Witton. First, pull your shirt up around your waist. I want to see more of my wet pussy,” Joe told her. “Yes, Sir,” Joy replied, raising the t-shirt around her waist. “Open your mouth and tell me what you taste,” he said as he placed the tip of a strawberry against her lips. “Mmm, strawberry,” Joy moaned His cock twitched hard in his shorts and he had to swallow a groan. When he saw her tongue curl over her bottom lip touching her chin for a drop of the strawberry juice. Knowing that soon she would.