Oh oh, I was getting a boner. I looked around to see if anybody was watching and looking at her head in my lap. That is one advantage of being in a tr...ck. You sit a little higher off the ground and no one can see in and down and see what’s going on.Her hand moved to my crotch and started to rub my bulge.I, being the horny bugger I am, did not object.She lifted her head up slightly and made to unzip my fly.I reached into the back for my sleeping bag. I had tossed it in there after sleeping in my. As I was sitting down I remembered to think about whether I was centered: nope, I wasn't. So I centered myself again, shaking my head to myself over how slippery keeping center is.#1: #2: #2: #3: #4: #3: #2: We all sensed ourselves lose center from the shock. The lump of ki and the flashes from our hand as we were yanking in back disappeared from our awareness.#2: #2 centered himself/us.#1: We all sensed, with whatever the new sense is, the lump of ki come into existence, then felt it poke. What made the sight even more beautiful was the ever-increasing trickle of dog seed that was slowly started to emerge from inside, coating her pussy lips with a white creamy froth. “How many?” said Michelle as she stared at the cream starting to appear. “Six,” Deepti said softly before pushing three fingers deep into herself with her palm facing upwards. Her pussy was so open they slid in easily and curling her fingers upwards she scooped out a large dollop of cum that she quickly and eagerly. Whilst I was at the bar getting a drink, I started chatting to a fit looking older guy at the bar. He seemed quite nice, was attractive, about six foot tall with grey-ish hair and the most piercing blue eyes. He was about fifty five years old I guess. He was asking what I was doing there and did I go there often etc etc. His best friend was getting married for the third time and they were on his stag night, trawling the local bars. Then he started asking me about work and was very interested in.