She didn’t turn, but I could sense that she felt my presence. An awareness of her slightly tensing, a change in the tension of the moment. But she d...dn’t turn, she merely continued to watch the dancers below. The balustrade was high, pressing into her midriff halfway between her breasts and hips as she leaned over to watch. I paused for a few moments to allow the tension that we both felt rise. Somehow knowing that the timing was correct, I walked towards her, slowly. I wanted her to know of my. She lit up her cigarette and took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the crisp summer night air. As she exhaled she caught a movement in her peripheral vision. She turned to see Sean at the corner of the building. He was motioning her to follow him. Susan followed immediately. She ended up round the back of the building were a lone car was parked. She recognized it as Sean’s. This area was unlit but the summer moonlight lit up the area like a beacon. Sean stood by the car as Susan. During her own pregnancy, Susie had discovered that 'perineal massage' was a euphemism for 'fist fucking', which, coincidentally, helped prepare the vaginal passage for birth. That lead us to the practice in which we were currently engaged.I removed my mouth from her prick long enough to say, "Okay, here comes another. Just relax, now."The fourth finger, heretofore, had always been a bit of a struggle for Patricia. For some reason she seemed to have this mental threshold that said three fingers. Sitting cross legged, I now saw that Sami was wearing a pair of plain white panties, stretched tightly across her your pubis by her sitting stance. My cock arose and threateened to do the fandango out in the open as my gown slipped open slightly, lifted by my hardening cock. I parted my thighs slightly to ease the pressure on my swelling member, and continued to eat my breakfast, trying to think of the news and sport in the paper I had before me.As I turned the last few pages of my paper, I.