The cocktail party was already gearing down and she knew she wouldn't be missed. Besides, the men were probably already gearing up for their next porn...graphic excursion.As she neared the door, she ran into Pete Wilson, the head of their delegation. Her luck was really running in the red today, Pete's view of her was only slightly less antagonistic than Bill O'Hara's."Leaving already?" The tall gray bearded man said."I have a little headache, I was going to lay down." She lied."I see," Wilson. She jacked herself off with the earpiece of the phone. Whenever there was a lull in the little cackle coming out of the phone, Sharon picked it up to her ear and said, "Mm-mm," or "Oh, yes," or "I see," and then, when Davey began to speak again, she put the phone back between her comely loins and continued to rub up and down against her heated clitoris and hot little labia. Finally, at one point, when she became so turned on that she couldn't stand it anymore, and when she was breathing like a. "Oh bobby! oh bobby!" she muttered over and over.As Ms Johnson rode my hard excited cock, I stared at her little boobs raising and falling in front of me, and eagerly leant in, opened my mouth and began sucking on one of her pink little nipples."Oh yes bobby!" she groaned "Suck on my tits! suck on my tits!"For a good few more minutes I sucked on her little boobs, wile she steadily rode my hard thick cock, then after a while she began to pick up pace, and was soon bouncing up and down harder and. She was an inhabitant of the jungle, of that there was to be no doubt. Her clothing was of rough-cut animal skins; a mix-mash of different beasts crudely sewn together.Despite the primitiveness of her attire, the woman still radiated beauty. Her skin was a luscious dark brown, like molten chocolate, her equally dark brown eyes glowing like jewels, her gaze flitting around constantly yet she had yet to spot Laura peeking through the undergrowth.The woman’s movements were that of a feline hunter.