"What?" You catch on fast. You're good at this." I like it. It feels so good."He picked up the tempo, leaning into her. The rest of her thoughts faded... Her attention was focused on the warm, moist area between her thighs. Their bodies fit together like a pair of molded parts. Whatever it was he was doing to her felt good. He was going to get her rocks off, for sure, and it was going to be much better than how she got herself off with her fingers.His lips were pressed shut. Drops of salty sweat. “What are you covered in?” Mark glanced at her and then back to the road. “Did you see something ... out of this world?”“Yes, Mark.” She looked at him with her big green eyes and adjusted her glasses. She wanted to say, and he possessed me body and soul. Instead, she did something unusual. She lied to her husband. “Young Mr. Lannit saved me from that ruffian we interviewed. The boy, Mr. Sumner, seemed crazed and his skin oozed a substance that got on my clothes.”“Egad.” Mark nearly swerved the. Her nipples seem larger to me than they did when she danced on the catwalk, they push out at least a half an inch from the swell of her breasts. Her whole body moves causing her breasts to sway and her nipples to gently brush my face. She turns and settles her rear into my lap and grinds slowly, but for only a tantalizingly short period of time. She again turns to straddle my groin and sways with her breasts close to my face. She also arches her back and leans her head back to allow me a. My titties are free".This was immediately given approval by wave after wave of claps but it was nothing to what was to follow after her friend whispered to her male companion 'she isn't wearing panties either'. It took seconds to yank Belinda dress down, seconds more to position her onto a table, spread her thighs and ram a cock up her very hairy and attractive cunt. Now instead of claps there were howls of encouragement as the fucking began for not only was Belinda a centre of attention, but.