..oh…”“Oh but I think you are Christy -- a very very naughty little girl. Don’t you think so?” Her body was shaking.“I…guess so…”�...�Do you want more, Christy?”“Oh…I…yes...ooh”“Are you sure?”“Yes…yes…”“Then say, ‘Please sir, I want some more.’” His toes began to play gently with the moistened hair around her pussy.“Oh…don’t…don’t...make me say that…oh..” “You have to say it. We’re in New York, we should have some musical theater.” “O..kay… Please sir..oh…I want some more…oh…”“All right then,. "Hi yourself," I responded, wondering how she could change from being so teasing and flirtatious this morning to shy now."I - uh - heard you had Stephanie - uh - give you relief in gym," she admitted.Maybe that was it? Maybe she was jealous? "I would have asked you to, if you'd been there." Oh!" She thought this over a moment. "She's very sweet." She's nice," I agreed. "But you're more my type." I didn't admit I'd felt Stephanie's breast."I feel bad for her," Beth went on. "People make fun of. I told him I'd see what she was willing to tell me and that maybe we'd see him later that night at the casino night.When I returned with the drinks to our chairs, I asked Linda what she thought of the bubbles. She smiled and said that the ending was great, when we were able to make love in there and nobody knew. And she said it was mostly good except the creep that took off her bikini bottoms. I asked her how it happened and she went on to say almost the exact same thing that Buck had, other. Donna sensed something penetrate her pussy, slowly sliding deeper as it also widened her opening. It felt familiar in a bizarre way, a long forgotten sensation. It was not painful, yet it was not all that pleasurable either. It made Donna feel… full.Her audience seemed pleased in both their comments, wide grins and smiles as they watched. Reaching down, Donna felt something hard and cold. It was smooth and tapered, and was slowly being worked in and out of her body. She caught the eye of a.