I expected getting fucked in the shower like a slut. Anton came into my stall. I went into my toes, bent out my ass, put a finger in my ass and told h...im: please fuck me with that big black cock. But, he didn’t. He went behind me, started to clean him self up too. He was cleaning his black. It was slowly getting harder as he starred into my ass and rubbing it with soap. It was a large 9 inch. I started to touch it, but he told me no. From behind, he was jerking my cock with his huge fingers and. Her voluptuous body gave her a sexiness that was unmatched by my previous experiences. And yet, her middle age gave her a sort of motherly look. I looked at her and wanted to be mothered. I wanted her to engulf me in those incredible thighs, rest my head on her soft, full breasts and stroke the back of my head and tell me everything is alright. I wanted to crawl between her legs and up into her love canal and make my way back into the comfort of her womb. I wanted her to engulf me with every. Then I saw my husband. The image made an indelible mark in my memory. He was splayed on our bed, legs spread eagle. His hand rocketing up and down his hard cock eyes half closed and hips bucking up and down. I heard a hum and finally saw the ultimate perversion, a pink vibrator (mine!) protruding from his ass. Terry’s moans barely audible over the porno playing on our television. He was oblivious to my presence and kept masturbating as I watched. I was angry beyond belief, ‘What the fuck?!?’. He ran his fingers through my pubic hair, down my thighs then back to my ass. He knew I wanted him; he was teasing me the fucking bastard. I was aware of my body writhing against the bare brick of the apartment walls. When I felt James slide his fingers through my pussy I felt myself moan out loud. I was so wet; I needed to be fucked. To my delight I felt a finger slip into my pussy and then into my ass. It felt wonderful having James gently fuck my ass with his finger. The movement almost.