. you can't imagine what we've done in my imagination... we're working together in the nightshift, it's a hot summers night, it also hasn't cooled dow... at night, all sweaty, there is a strange, electrifying connection between us, he searches the whole evening my presence, furtive glances, a shy smile, the distance is less, he keeps touching me 'by mistake', i can't stand the tension any more, closer, he's behind my back, closer, i turn around, we stand face to face, less than 10cm between us,. She sat up a bit, let go of my hands, took my face with her now free hands, and looked me in the eye once more. Her hips still moved, but with less intensity and meaning as before. She held that gaze, grinned a cheeky grin then said, ‘Have you got fifty more Euros. I think we’re gonna need a bit more time.’ We swapped money, it was fair trade. Then she got on the phone again. I was half lying, half sitting on the bed and My Girl says, ‘Well I wasn’t expecting this but let’s keep going. I’m. The suit held him tightly, compressing with the perfectamount of pressure and it was still warm but not uncomfortably so. Helooked down at it, at the way the dress lay over his bare thighs. Theincongruity of his throbbing cock with the hairless "flesh" of the suitas well as the dress and strange heels was disconcerting.Still, he could feel it serving its purpose. He'd had the idea tomasturbate while wearing the legs to give the illusion of a woman beingthere with him and now he felt himself. Without looking up I can feel people looking at us, high up on the table with me squatting above a beautiful girl treating her like the most common whore ever known. Knowing that we are being watched forces me to redouble my efforts and I continue pounding Stacey’s pussy, getting harder and harder with each stroke. It doesn’t take long before Stacey begins shouting “fuck me, fuck meeeee, I’m cumminnnnnnnnnnnggggg”. With a grunt I feel that my ending is also close and somehow find the strength.