I asked her to sit on my lap by facing me. Before she does that she removed my shorts and vest.Also she tried to remove her dress. I stopped her. Plea...e wait. I want to go so slowly. So she stopped removing her dress. She sat on my lap facing me. We were looking into each other eyes. She was wearing sleeveless tops with inners and pant (I asked her to wear sleeveless tops in order to smell her armpit). I hold her both the cheeks with my palms and planted a kiss on her forehead. Then I planted a. As I was done I heard her laughing. It was laughter as if she was freed from some heavy load she had to carry for years. I got on my feet again and held her hand as she climbed down the toilet seat. “That was so much fun, slave.” She said and smiled at me. Then she kissed me. “Mm, this is how I taste…” she rolled her eyes. I nodded. She smiled.“Now fuck me.” Her words had something absolute. She grabbed my hips and jumped onto them. Then she held herself with one hand around my neck and reached. This time Kate returned and straddled my left thigh just above my knee. Sam was still blowing softly around the area and a bit beyond. Almost directly at my shaft. "Last one for this phase." Kate said, followed by; "Sam, you can stop blowing my husband now." Both girls burst out laughing. "He didn't seem to mind!" Sam said between giggles. "No, he did not." Kate replyed winking at me and darting her eyes to my penis and back to my face, without Sam noticing. Now a bit harder, my penis rested. ”“Here,” said the Captain, “take the mike; I want everyone to hear this.”Gretchen began reading, and the story unfolded slowly. It was about this exhibitionist man whose passion was having other people watch him fucking his girlfriend. She wasn’t so comfy with his ideas, so he had to trick her into believing that when he pulled the sheer curtains closed and turned the lights up full, no one outside could see into the room. Of course, she was a dumb blonde and fell for his fake science.It was a.