She leaned her chest against his left arm and blew gently into his ear. Sven, feeling her right breast squashed against his arm groaned inwardly; wood...es don't work in this condition, he thought."Jay, you bitch, it's always the same. You only do that when I can't do anything about it!"She laughed gently and stuck her tongue in his ear by way of an answer. Sven laughed and made a grab, but she easily escaped. "You wait," he said, "one day..." He watched her leotard-covered bottom wiggle its way. ” You fantasize about a second man being there. Your pussy is dripping wet. Fingers are rubbing your G spot. A vibrator is making your clit tingle with pleasure. You’re breathing fast. Your hips move on their own, driven by the sensation. The fingers pull out and rub the outside of your pussy again. Everything is wet. The hand rubs all the way up, and all the way down again. Like before. You start to fantasize again…about Sean being there, too. You imagine one man pleasing you, rubbing. When I turned 18 I went to my first adult theater. I was a bit scared and almost didn't go in but my horniness and curiosity won out. It was a big place that used to show regular films but had become a bit run down. The darkness inside made me pause by the door while my eyes adjusted enough to find a seat. Then I walked down the aisle and into an empty row. I was already hard from what I was seeing on the screen and kept my hands on my lap to hide the bulge. This also allowed me to use one. Abby stepped into the house. Jeanne was right behind her. I stood up to greet them.As soon as she saw me, Abby ran over saying, “Michael, I want to party in slut mode and then I want to finish partying in romantic mode. Can we do that? Please say yes.”She threw her arms around my shoulders, pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips.Behind her, Jeanne said, “I told her everything this morning. Since then she's been running around like a cat in heat.” Jeanne glanced at the television. After.