Thinking of Nessi?s butt twitching in tight tweed skirts, orwhen she wore her tiny little Harley-Davidson T-shirt from back home. ?He?d spent hourspla...ing with his cock, slamming it up and downthinking of how hot she was?.and it was especially frustrating when he had tostop just shy of cumming?because Lindy was quite cruel when Basil had anunauthorized orgasm! And Lindy hadn?t authorized an orgasm in some time! ButBasil knew it was good for him to wait??all good things come to those who. There must have been thirty women vying for attention. The men on the balconies had hands full of beads and started yelling, "Show me your tits." Joan went to the front of the crowd and pulled up her T-shirt showing her tits. She was rewarded with some beads. All the women were flashing their tits and competing for beads. Joan looked at the competition and just pulled her T-shirt completely off. She got a lot more beads. The men in the room were yelling and clapping. Joan's nipples were hard. We both looked at each other and couldn't believe our bad luck although as I said "it's our first time out, let's try somewhere else".As you will imagine I was as randy as a stoat at this point with all the excitement and build up and I could tell Isobel was too."Where shall we try next" I asked her as we walked back towards the car and as I did I just gently rubbed her backside with my left hand.I could feel the lycra of her leggings and didn't want to lose the touch, so I let my hand linger a. I could have been caught any second. We continued to chat, my cunt throbbing away, juices flowing down passing my thong, into my skirt. I would soon be soaking into my chair. Oh, that poor chair. The creamy liquid flowing, squirting down. Think some made it passed my chair. Eventually, the command came to remove items. I struggled embarrassingly long to unbutton my jacket. Shaking hands making fingers dumb. Doubling down from a pulse, letting out a muffled whimper. Jittering legs bouncing with.