Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. I felt his hand graze across my pussy through the thin piece of material the thong offered. He ground his fingers against me feeling how wet I already was, his fingers were still pressed against the soft lace fabric.Pulling his mouth away from my erect nipples he moaned, “God your cunt is so wet already”. I didn’t tell him that I had already had my husband in me that day and that’s why I was dripping. His mouth worked lower onto my body and wondered if he’d taste my husband in me. I told him. "Put that away" he said I put my now limp dick into my g-string and he madehis way to the bed he got to about a foot in front of me and stops. "Youdress like a whore now do what whores do" I know what he want so reach insidehis boxer shorts I feel his public hair tickle my hand before I get to hisdick its warm and soft. I stroke it before clamping my hand around it andrubbing him up and down. He reaches down and pulls down his shorts I watch ashe steps out of them and when I look up I am faced.Read More
