"Right," I agreed, "And?" Now you haven't." she said,"So, what you think, did I get a prick transplant?" I probed, "Or maybe, just maybe it was someon...e else who screwed you?" Can we go somewhere and talk?" she suggested as she tried to pull what was left of her clothes back on."You want to call the cops?" I asked."Not if you want to talk." she agreed, I stared, her hair shone a silvery gold in the moonlight,"Is your apartment far away?" she asked."My car is in the parking lot over there," I. I opened the door and he must have been over 6ft tall and stocky. I shook his hand and he sat down. I was shy and so was he. I got him a beer as he wasn't a fan of wine. He said I looked amazing and I told him it's hard work getting ready. I didn't mention that I hadn't eaten all day and had Douched my arse in case I get lucky.We drank for 2 hours then he sat next to me and he explained he was actually married and didn't like being unfaithful.We looked at each other and he leaned forward and. . Cumming!" Jen grunted as she came. What had to be a quart of pussy juice sprayed Roxy's face, despite trying to catch it all in her mouth. In twelve years of marriage, I have never seen my wife squirt. Needless to say, we were both quite impressed with Roxy's ministrations.As Jen rolled over and recovered from her orgasm, Roxy was ready for her own orgasm."Harder, harder. Fuck my little asshole!" She ordered. I reached down and grabbed her by the pony tail, and jerked her back onto my cock,. She really was proud of them, holding them tightly in her palms and feeling their heat. She softly tweeked her own nipples and groaned softly. "Ah..." she purred, imagining that a hunky guy was doing this to her, maybe someone on the football team. She pulled at her nipples and squeezed them lightly, loving the shocks and jolts of pleasure that the moves sent shooting up her body. Shivers ran through Charlottes's chest and a heat radiated from her pussy. She pinched and massaged her nipples.