The one who sat next to me asked what I was doing in here eating by myself. I smiled as I felt a hand on my leg. My legs involuntarily opened a bit. I...’ve have been horny all day. His touch felt wonderful. I explained I was meeting my friends out for drinks at 10. His hand kept creeping upward, ever so slowly. My aching pussy was reacting to his soft touch; my legs opened a bit more. He hit the small patch of cloth where my pussy was hidden. I gasped for breath and he smiled. He asked me if I. "Mr. Barnes, I don't want to be a bother. The whole reason I'm up here is because I didn't finish my map and it isn't fair for you to give up your Saturday," I told him.He sat silent for a minute as if he were thinking. "Why don't you come over to my house? We can have some breakfast and watch a movie or something until 3. It probably isn't what you'd consider fun but, my house is more comfortable than these hard chairs."The thought of being alone with him in his house with noone around. So good.He gave several more slow thrusts over the next few minutes, making me cum again. He finally pulled out and his prick pushed through my pucker, still somewhat loose from the last two men who’d fucked me there. He was bigger. Feeling him in my ass with the egg in my cunt was a religious experience.“Oh, God,” I groaned.“You like this?” He grunted, pushing in on a downstroke.“Yes,” I whimpered, “heaven help me, I do.”“Heaven’s got nothing to do with it.” Sliding out. Sliding in. Another. “Get on all fours by the edge of the bed. I’ll be right back.” She instructed me. I did so as she slipped off the bed and started trawling through her handbag.“I know I’ve one somewhere.” She said, as much to me as to her. “Voila!” She shouted and in seeming triumph, held up a pack of three condoms. She paused to check the use-by date and satisfied that it was still in the future, removed one of the packets and opened it. She slid the ultra-thin condom on her prick and moved behind me. I could.