“You look so fucking sexy when you cum. You make the cutest face, and the way you scream my name. Damn, do I love you, Blondie,” his lips fall ont... mine, my lips meeting his. “I love you, Sammy. I like how hard you can make me cum,” I giggle at him. I use the name he hates, saying it’s a childish name. I can’t help it though, I love calling him Sammy. “I’m going to let you get away with that today, it’s your birthday. Don’t get used to it.” He makes me smile, because he always lets me get. She finger combed herself allowingonly the barest of fingertips to touch her skin. Her backarched as she sighed louder than she expected.At this moment a single girl in her early twenties came andsat on the grass some 20 feet away. All the other bencheshad been taken. She had a single drink with her and lookedas though she was awaiting her partner.Simone saw her just as she noticed the dark haired beautysitting opposite me, legs spread and virtually naked. Ournew audience had a complete. She smiled at the audience,nodded at Stacy and started to walk out of the stage area. We took thehint and filed out in an orderly fashion behind. The audience also gotthe message and were soon on their way back to the rides, having had athirty minute rest from walking and queuing."Well done all of you," said Mr Hobson. Mrs Russell was standing nextto him and was beaming. "We've never done a public concert like thatbefore and it seems to have gone down very well. I am very proud ofevery one of. My little prize sat down on the makeshift bed, reached behind her, undid the clasps of the bra and slid it off her sweet body, taking her all fired time doing it. She dropped it to the hay-covered floor, and turned to me, a slight blush coming to her face, contrasting with the green mask she had on. I was on my knees in front of her. My lips kissed at her left nipple; my left hand cupping over the young right tit. She put her arms out behind her, reclining as she magically moved me along with.