I recently awoke from hibernation and started to feel the urge of fucking again. I was holding back though, didn’t know exactly what I wanted until ...Stephan came to visit one night, a couple of weeks ago. He knew that I wasn’t hooking up anymore and we hadn’t seen each other for the longest time but we had kept in contact. He understood that I wasn’t into playing anymore and seemed to respect that totally.We just sat on the sofa chit chatting for some time, catching up. It was very nice to see. I couldn’t tell who said it. It was a honey-sweet voice, maybe a girl or maybe a futa.“Oh, yes, Samantha, she’s sexy,” someone else said.“I love those glittery tits!”“You’re going to cum hard!”“You’re going to win, Denice!”“The debate club’s with you!”“Denice, I want to fuck your cunt so badly!”“If I win!” I moaned, my pussy clenching on the vibrator. “I’ll pleasure you all!”My supporters cheered.Their excitement surged over me as that naughty cheerleader pumped the vibrator in and out of me.. An unexpected warm spell came through this early December morning and exercise enthusiasts were out in droves. There was snow on the lawns of the park but the sidewalks were dry. The skaters were racing around the rink while in the middle the more serious skaters practiced their jumps and turns. Miguel stopped to get a bottle of water and then sit on one of the nearby benches to rest before heading back home. A small voice broke through the attention he was paying the skaters. I never skated. .. the bar got busy around 11 o'clock and we decided to get a seat at the bar to save fighting in to get drinks. There was only one stool, so I let my wife have it, being the gentleman that I am... she sat facing the bar with her legs crossed and I stood beside her with my foot on the stool to create some room between us and the busy crowd.We started getting a bit cheeky and flirty with each other, as we got drunk. The conversation turned to sex and I couldn't resist kissing her because I love.