We were constantly whispering to each other, and I confirmed to her that the guy was still sneaking glances every few seconds, obviously hoping he'd s...e more. DJ has developed a bit of a code phrase over the years...and to be honest it terrifies me! This is because when she says it I know she's going to do something pretty blatant. "Watch this" she said....and after checking carefully that no-one else was looking our way or walking past, she looked directly at the guy and waited for him to. At which point I took my other hand and slowly grabbed the top of her breasts and kneaded it. She was squirming both in action and in sound. The shower stream muffled the sounds and the warm mist engulfed the bathroom more.“You fucking prude! Prancing your perfect ass under those sundresses. Bouncing your bra-less tits around the house in your night-shirts. Teasing with those satin and lacie panties with your cum marks crusted on the crotch. You fucking had this coming!”With that I stepped into. Bubba stepped up quickly, reaching for his wallet and said "No ma'am, let me get that. We really appreciate you being willing to help us." Slim held the door for me as we stepped out of the bar and I motioned them to follow me, saying " My place is just up the street, if you don't mind a little walk." Slim responded " No ma'am, it's a beautiful night for a walk and we are at your mercy kind lady." As we took the five minute walk up the street, we made small talk about them. It turns out. I slipped off the wet panties and lengthened the big hound’s leash so he could at least lick some of my juices. On the stage, Paul was still riding Angela in his cowboy mode, his upper body motion exactly matching the way he rides a horse. I could almost see him waving his hat in one hand, but his long, deep strokes are always wonderful, perhaps a little faster as he nears completion, but never shorter, always full depth. He releases his full, rich load into her and I watch her eyes glaze.