“Feels good to be deep in her, huh?” he asks. “Oh yeah. Fuck her deep. Give that nice fat cock to her. That’s right.” I can feel the firm ...ressure of his fingers - through her skin - on my cock as I fuck her and I realize he can feel me! He IS feeling me! He’s feeling me fuck her. The thought almost makes me unload right there and then. I slowly pull out of her and begin to massage her pussy lips with my cock now well lubed with her juice. His eyes are on my cock again as I thrust. He squeezed, feeling the familiar give of a person wearing them, if there had been a person wearing them.“Huh, this feels so real,” he said, squeezing the leg section of his own sock. He looked over at the track pants, and tried with his other hand to grab at the waistband. “Get off me,” he said, pulling at the fabric. But the legs of the pants moved under his thighs, gripping him tightly so as to not be pulled away.“No Tristan, we’ve watched you too long for us to let this go on any longer.. To get her home, quite why I did it but suddenly I found myself volunteering to pick Andrea and her friend up and give them a lift home, this had the effect of lighting up Andreas face clearly pleased by my actions, so that was it I would pick them up after the concert finished.It was about 10:30 and I saw Andrea and her friend Jill standing near the taxi rank, recognising my car they both scampered across the road, lots of legs showing and somewhat skimpy dresses, clearly both girls were out. I was not on the right frame of mind , with the cold wind of the alley stinging against my naked torso as the winners stripped me off my bush shirt and I failed to notice their feral grins as I mumbled in my sozzled voice-You all can take my Anna, I bet her. I rolled the dice and sure enough I lost .It was only when a couple of the men from the gambling den frog marched me to a waiting van I realized what was going to happen next, I did try to resist , but I had a knife on my side and a hoarse.