And those eyes! Thinking about him was driving me nuts. "How'd he do all that stuff?" I wondered. "It must have been just a trick of the light, not...ing more," I thought while idly twirling a lock of my hair. I smiled to myself as I wondered what else he might be hiding underneath those fine clothes of his. Hmmm, I never did get a good look at his zipper line, now did I?I kept telling myself that it was all just a trick, but somehow that didn't seem right, and what about his fingertip? My. Jolts of energy, incredible sexual energy, shot through me. My hard, still clothed cock, leaked pre cum and twiched. It felt amazing. My whole body tingled.At first, his lips planted a soft kiss on mine, just a peck, then a harder, longer kiss. His lips pressed firmly against mine. My hands instinctively moved to his crotch and found his cock, already firm and bulging. He stood and with me still on my knees looking up at him, opened his belt and zipper. I held his thighs and helped him tug his. Many hooted and hollered obviously, others feigned indifference, while some pretended to be jaded and too cool for the room. The girl on stage had dropped from his sight behind the standing audience, probably lying on the floor, exposing her pussy for the crowd. Her third song ended and she stood, waving, scooping up her money and clothes. He did notice she had a pretty nice young ass as she exited, and his cock stirred a little. He had always looked at other women, admiring their bodies, and. As she stood there, hands on her hips, the saree tied well below her navel to show off her sexy belly, I couldn’t help but marvel at how desirable she could be for sex-crazed youngsters like us.“Ahem ... so you finally decided to visit your own house ... eh?” she said with sarcasm, but with that teasing smile on her luscious lips. Before I could respond, she pushed past me and bustled into the house. Closing the door behind her, she turned to me, hands on her hips, and with a stern expression.