In Room 520…
Cassidy felt Brian turn towards her, oh what a stud, his cock was rock hard again. Since she was no longer a virgin, she decided to get rid of her other lower virginity. Bet my fiance has some big-titted British piece of ass he’s butt fucking, ran through her mind.
Like it had grown and taken root, John’s almost offhand comment about Donald had filled Cassidy’s mind, she was now convinced, without even knowing if it was so, that Donald was fucking some British bird. No doubt she’d be a full-bodied number, it was his favorite, probably with big tits, a sweet full ass, and a mouth that sucks like a Hoover. Considering that description fit her, she wondered if he had found a duplicate of her body shape.
Her girlfriends had unknowingly helped that seed to germinate. More than a few times, having a drink with them after work, she’d hear the latest sad tale of how one of them had found her boyfriend, fiance, and in one case, the husband, fucking some woman who was only too happy to take what was not hers. There were agreements when they said that all men were like horny dogs, nothing more than walking peckers, eager to stick it into whatever hole was offered to them.