Mary knew that Philip was still seeing all of the women he'd knocked up -- their own daughter and their two daughters-in-law and she had become fine w...ith that -- as long as he continued to give her his big horny cock whenever she wanted it. Philip was more than glad to do that. He loved Mary dearly and even though he had fucked all the women Mary was aware of, he loved his own wife of so many years more than he loved and lusted for all the others combined.Mary's sexual needs had been driving. As long as I get to see a money shot, his cum splashing somewhere over her body, I'm happy. So are my fingers, which have been exploring my insides as I watched, bringing up the raunchiest of aromas.One particular evening, I was sitting on the MARTA just opposite a tall, muscular black man, probably about eighteen. My pussy began to drool as I imagined a full nine inch monster under his tight jeans. I guessed at the length, my awareness of cock sizes limited to estimates based on what I saw on. 'You've got to be kidding me.' 'Nope. I showed you mine. It's only fair.' 'But, all the people...' She shrugged and began to work her skirt back into its original position. Wait, I gestured. The ache between my own legs was only growing stronger, as was my craving for more of her . I worked my shaft around until it was pointed toward my belly button, then pressed my waistband downward, exposing the pr-ecum slickened head of my prick. I flexed, which caused the head to swell. 'Touch it.' I was. Sara wondered about them: they looked like guys, why would a girl want to do them? She'd thought about asking for Marie's help, but the fear that Marie would think that she was coming on to her kept her away, and what could she tell me about picking up sexy women, or Jennifer?Jennifer had been the object of most of Sara's new fantasies. Before she'd had met that jerk, Joe--if that's even his real name--, the object of Sara's desires was Steve, a manager from work who seemed to be seeing the.