Emma bucked against his touch, suddenly thrusting her own hand into his jeans and grabbing his cock. She could feel it harden even more and throb agai...st her hand as she pulled it from the restraint of his jeans. Jack pushed himself against her hand. Smiling, Emma lightened her hold, slowly and teasingly caressing him. ‘Dammit, I want you now,’ he grated, grabbing her arms roughly. He sat back onto the couch, pulling her down on top of him. Not even bothering to remove her panties, Jack simply. Back at the table Joan was sitting so that anyone could see she had no underwear on. To our right there was an elegant middle-aged gentleman. He kept checking Joan's displayed charms. A waiter approached our table with martinis and told us the gentleman had ordered them for us. We raised our glasses to him and beckoned him to join us. He introduced himself, "Tony"and sat on the chair where he would have the best view of Joan. Tony was in his mid forties, with an athletic build, very well. She was wet, really wet, there was a patch on her jeans.Meanwhile I pushed one ice cube inside her jeans and now she was completely out of breath and was about to cum because this time when I tried to unbutton her jeans she didn’t stop me. I removed her jeans. She was lying in front of me in pink flower panties. When I started removing her panties,Nidhi- please don’t. Don’t do this.Me- you are about to cum…will you cum with your panties on?She was breathing heavily but didn’t say anything so I. At that I was gone. I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her pussy, every thrust shoved more into her and then out again. I shortened my thrusts and pulled my head back, looking down as I pumped her full, slower now. I pulled nearly all the way out, and was still cumming; a defiant squirt shooting out the side along my cock. I pulled out entirely and the last few drops of jism dripped from my dick onto the lowest part of her stomach, slid down across the top of her clit, and disappeared.