I asked Sharon “how would you like it if this was Nigel’s prick between your legs?” “you’re always saying that but it will never happen” ...he said. “lets go and see Nigel then I said. We went into the front bedroom and Nigel was still awake, I sat down at the side of the bed and Sharon sat on the end of the bed. I explained to Nigel that my wife would ‘like to have some fun’ at first he was shocked but decided that it would be good. My friend put his hand up my wifes nightdress and down. I could feel her hand around my cock and the next thing I heard her pulling down my zipper. Before I knew it she was wanking me off. “Oh my!” she uttered as she came face to face with my rock solid prick. She licked her lips in great excitement as she stroked me up and down. “I have got serious plans for this big fella!” she asserted. Enough was enough! We finished our drinks and headed out of the bar and towards the lift. As soon as the doors of the lift opened I dragged Kellie inside and. I’d see the expectation on her face, the trust as my tongue turned quivers into shudders into spasms. Amber knows that I’m going to make her come in front of her friends, in front of everyone on the bus but she doesn’t care. It’s too late anyway. Her body has reached the tipping point and her crotch shudders against my mouth as her schoolgirl thighs clamp against my ears, muting the sounds of her gasps.I can feel the wetness oozing into my boxers. The orgasm was mine, not Amber’s. No-one looks. ‘Now squeeze your legs, California.’ I wasn’t going to be able to do this. There was no way I was going to be able to do this. The way he said it was intimate, not at all like the way someone would normally instruct a person to ride a horse. He surrounded me, and while there was a very safe feeling about it, there was a very unsafe feeling about it as well. Once again, I felt myself losing control of my senses. I did squeeze my legs into the horse, but it wasn’t necessarily because he told me.