.. a slut... a fucking slut!”“And what are you doing, slut?”“Fingering...”“Fingering what?”“Fingering my… my cunt.”“Your what?�...�“My cunt!”“Louder... Yvonne!”“My CUNT!”Her voice was almost a howl as her fingers moved faster and faster between her chubby thighs. Even from a distance, I could see the lubrication oozing from her vulva and the faint but distinctive aroma of a woman on heat wafted towards me.Despite the risk and humiliation, my friend was perversely but very clearly enjoying. Well, alluring, a seductress, a temptress as old as the world."It's all yours, lover," Sue said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed and then lying down and stretching her body out full length, cat-like and graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the glistening, already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "All yours, to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"Jack's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the world's pleasure which lay. He eased his conscience, by cloaking his revenge in a high moral attitude that his intervention would save other women from falling into their clutches.The day of the meeting Matt arrived at his office early. He gave Janet a handful of cash, and asked her if she would go and get about ten rounds of bacon sandwiches when the others arrived. She looked at the money."There's enough here to buy the whole pig!" Matt grinned."Well make it twelve rounds then, the whole pig will not be enough. When you. His father was naked with his hard cock calling to Johnny, wanting Johnny, needing Johnny.He snapped his eyes shut and leaned his head against the coolness of the window glass. When he opened his eyes, the man was gone, and it was only a porta-potty again. He felt that maybe his father wanted him to use the one that he had appeared in the doorway of. He stepped inside it. It was hot, and smelled of disinfectant and fiberglass. He stood in front of the funnel shaped urinal and pissed, looking at.