"They're like, you know, feeding," said Pasquale. He'd spent time on a hippie commune and found the subject of human food very interesting. "And drink...ng something in cans," added Freddie. "It looks like beer. The big guy's on his third. The little one with the floppy hat is still on number two." Even from his low angle, Bronson had seen all that and was not impressed. In his opinion, watching mold grow would have been more exciting. "Is that all? You two long-winded, worthless excuses for. "Thank you" I smiled and moved into his arms, he danced well, better than me in fact and whatever his after shave was, it smelled great,"Shall we have a drink?" he suggested after about four or five consecutive dances, I agreed heartily and we took them out onto the balcony overlooking the city of London."I don't think I've seen you here before" I said casually and he laughed, "No I'm usually out and about drumming up new business" Sounds interesting" I said truthfully, "I'd like to be in the. The guy’s eyes were now riveted. Charmaine kept her eyes on him. Slowly he looked up and their eyes locked. She steeled herself to keep staring and he didn’t look away either. The feeling of a furnace firing between her legs made her swallow but she refused to look away. He was invading her space and she had rights. Damn. A scrawny female glided up to him, picked up her handbag off the bar and pulled him off towards the door. At the door the guy turned and Charmaine completely lost it and. He watches as she heads over to another girl who is lying on her stomach, watching as she catches a bottle of lotion tossed her way as she walks over and straddles the back of the girl lying down. She starts rubbing lotion on her back. Between that and the action from the other two, he feels his cock throb. “Fuck this,” he says as he pulls his cock out and starts stroking it. Brad continues watching the scene before him as the one on top turns around and still sitting on the other girl’s back.