Three gloryholes were bored into the wooden platform, and I moved closer to investigate. Several men were standing there watching the action. I moved ...closer to the hole and an older fellow with a large but still flaccid cock stepped forward and slowly fed his long sausage through the hole.I murmured in delight as I took his warm penis into my eager mouth, knowing the vibration would stimulate the soft cock I was now swirling my tongue around. I was rewarded with a pulse and throb as the big. It's pink and red and squishy and textured and overwhelming! I'm smashing her body against the wall to try to keep her up as my legs are screaming at me and feel like they are going to fail but my hips buck harder and she bellows in my ear."GOD FUUUUCKKK!"I feel those equisite vaginal muscles clench and pull at me hungrily as she groans incomprehensible orgasmic syllables and with no volition left I surge and erupt within her."GaaaaHiiiiiiiiyyyyyyy!"I see spots and flashes and explosions going. I'm going to go change. These are new, and they aren't even remotely broken in." She tugged at her jeans to illustrate. Not to mention that my panties are probably damp, she thought as he stretched before heading toward the door, highlighting his fit, muscular frame.Now aroused beyond any hope of turning back, Christine changed into a short skirt and a top with an embroidered cat on it. The cat's glimmering rhinestone eyes centered perfectly on her left breast, defying anyone not to look at. Even though she was older, it felt like she was of our generation. I was always impressed by her large breasts, and her friendly warm brown eyes. In truth,and I had never told Barry this, I had masturbated while thinking of Carmel on several occasions.Today she was wearing a white fitted cotton teeshirt and i could see the outline of her bra straps under the material. She had large, ripe, heavy breasts that needed the support of a bra. She told me Barry had gone on a fishing trip with his dad.