Everyone was fucking, sucking, licking, going down, and everything else!Professor Brewers hand landed on her bottom over and over as Lucy’s face loo...ked directly at Kristen, watching and seeing her friends touching herself. “Yes, spank me, do me, fuck me.”Kristen looked in her friend’s eyes and saw her own lust mirrored. With every slap, she felt twinges of envy. Without even meaning to, she started parroting her friend’s words, “Fuck me ... fuck me.” Kristen screwed her eyes shut, ‘No, this is. He seemed soft, with a tough center, which I stroked back and forth. He soon hardened, got very hard. “What do you want to do?” He asked.I thought about something I had always wanted, but had always been afraid to ask of my wife. I thought this might be the time to ask. If it was too silly, he could laugh at me and walk away. “I want you to spank me till my ass turns red.”“Ooohhh! I can get off on that,” he said. “Let’s go out to a dark picnic table and do it.”We walked out through the lobby. She slid the fingers of her right hand under the waist band of her panties, enjoying the feeling of her own fingers across her tummy as she explored farther into her own sexual depths. She was surprised at just how wet her inner lips had become. She had always tried to keep them dry, often going into the bathroom at night and wiping after she had been dreaming about some boy. Now she marveled at the natural nectar that came from inside her. She got some on her finger and brought it up to her. Add to the mix that one is down on their luck and can’t sink much lower, like any major metropolis; it can be a very lonely place. So, as Susan was walking through just such lonely, desolate fog, a car sped by a little too close to the curb, and as puddles had formed due to the previous night’s heavy rain, she got absolutely soaked from the tire’s spray. The emotional dam that Susan had been working so hard to hold together finally broke and reflex action overtook her. Being on an emotional.