John had made my time in Whidbey manageable, I'd even say enjoyable. He was eighteen and an enlisted Airman. My stepdad had taken John under his guida...nce, showing him how to live far from home.It was my dad who introduced us, he brought John home for dinner. He knew that a homemade meal would be a treat for him. I had come downstairs, and John couldn't stop staring. My stepdad knew that look, John was in love, and it was with me. From that night forward, John and I were the best of friends on. The short seconds her voice had come through on Lauren's phone had left him hard for days. He heard her say over and over, "I want to ride you..." He jerked off several times to those words, imagined his mother's body over the stranger, taking him deep inside.He didn't care that his mother was fucking someone other than his dad, the idea of cheating not one that crossed his mind. Finch was caught up in the arousing sounds she'd made, the knowledge that her body had opened, taking a penis inside. She introduced herself and herhusband and politely offered her hand to shake - I reached up to shake but as Idid I rolled over slightly and inadvertently my stiff cock came into view - I tried to coverit, but it was too late she'd seen it.I thought she'd be upset, but she just smiled and staring at it said "oh my - aren't youa big boy... I hope that is not because of me"I went bright red and muttered, "no..., yes..., well partly I suppose", staring at the woman. Ididn't want to say that I. As much as she may have hated herself in that moment, she knew that her body had just one purpose, and that was to serve men.She existed to get men off.But the man had already been harboring reservations (which is why he was last in her queue). The sight of the topless, cum-soaked slut openly bawling on the bathroom floor was enough to scare him off; as he left, Brandi collapsed even further, laying on her back on a dirty bar’s restroom floor and bringing herself to orgasm after shuddering.