He was doing something with my shorts under there, and my stepfather, who I’m sure knew what was happening, was just smiling at me, when I was saved...by the exit of the cavalieros and the entrance of the forcados, the eight men who would play with the bull on foot. The crowd welcomed them by rising to their feet and cheering. I used that to pull off the senhor’s lap and move up to the pathway above the boxes.I remained up there and, when the matador, Miguel Coelho, pranced into the ring and. It was all I could do to take in her vision. She had on a tulle satin baby doll in ivory with very light underwire holding her firm breasts high. The breast cups were cut low so the tops of her beautiful 34C breasts were fully visible almost to her nipples. Judy’s outfit was a frilly delight that shimmered in the candlelight and the outline of her low-rise v-string panties could just be made out. Where minutes ago I had been confused and nervous with a limp and lifeless cock, now everything was. Her vagina was the most pleasurable place that piece of sensitive muscle had ever been. We held in that pose, for who knows how long. It could have been hours, but it was not long enough.It might have been only half a minute, because our mutual craving to repeat the penetration drove a second stroke, then a third rushed after, in an instant. Then, the stampede of schtupping was on. I didn't have to do much but hold my hips at a slight angle off the chair. I helped better by hanging on to. There was a flash between us. He moved closer to me. The scent of his sweat was charged with lust. And I could see the outline of his cock, an erection growing as I watched. I knew the next move was mine, and I lifted my left hand to his ass, finding it as taut as I hoped. My right hand kept me from falling over as my lips met his hidden member. We both moaned. The hardness of his cock felt magical and magisterial, authoritative, against my lips. I experienced it right then as an instrument of.