She was moaning and thrashing around and wanted to cum. She leaned back and could no longer watch Chris but it didn't matter. In her mind it was his h...nd in her pussy. His strong fingers fucking her and about to make her cum. She could hear Chris moaning and the sound drove her on. She couldn't have stopped now if she had to, she was too far-gone. She just wanted to cum hard. Her other hand grabbed her nipple and pulled it until she made herself scream. The palm of her fucking hand. What a sight. Her ass cheeks and her skirt were having a complete impression followed by her thighs. When looked from the front her knees and the whole of her legs could be seen.The watchman saw us coming from a distance. He ogled at her too. He told her to make the entry in the register and stood behind her back(to get a treat obviously). He was looking at her creamy back and her bubble butt constantly. I guess he got an idea that she wasn’t wearing a petticoat.My evil mind got an idea. I. ” Erik concluded his invitation with a laugh.That evening, Kyle told Steve about the Sunday get-together at Erik’s place and Steve, not without a hidden twinge of jealousy, told Kyle that he should most certainly go; he was now part of a group which clearly had a certain coherence among its members and he most certainly had to go and consolidate his own position and show that he was, in Steve’s words: “A team player and a true believer.”“But you see Steve, I’ve never been to a group fuckfest. Sitting next to me, Sinfull Sara, shy, quiet, cute Sara, was seemingly listening intently while her hand felt my upper thigh and inner knee at her leisure. We had known each other for over a year, long before we had begun our little "encounters" on-line. But never in all those meetings or times that we had spent together had she been so forward as to make a pass at me, and at a time like this, sitting at a crowded table while scores of people drifted about it. Perhaps she began it as a joke,.