It wasn't long before a young man got a wet hand when it went up my skirt. I had my first orgasm of the evening and nearly squashed his hand between m... thighs.Sara didn't want to leave, but after my fourth orgasm I managed to persuade her to move on.The San Antonio bars were a lot noisier; hundreds of drunk young people. There were lots of police everywhere. The thing was, a lot of the trouble makers spoke German until the police got involved. Then they spoke English to the police. I guess. It had been years since she had ever gotten wet for me before I would actually be inside her. Despite my efforts at pleasuring her beforehand, usually it was like shoving myself through sandpaper until her biology took over and she would be lubricated enough for enjoyable sex. I guess maybe this is evidence that she had long lost any desire for me, and that the writing was on the wall for years. She really seemed to enjoy these video sessions. The files were stored in the order in which they. ‘Are you hot, too, Jack?’ Gail purred. Not waiting for a reply, Gail leaned down and unzipped Jack’s zipper on his trousers before he knew what hit him, and felt Gail’s warm, long, manicured fingers start to extract his cock from his briefs. She pulled it out with two determined yanks, not bothering to loosen jack’s belt, and he yelped a bit at her maneuver. Before he could say anything, Gail lowered her head and began to suck softly, slowly, on Jack’s throbbing cock head. ‘Jamie Ellis,. She pulls me into her arms. She is holding me so close that I can feel her body touching mine from head to toe. As she holds me she's whispering in my ear such deliciously wicked things, I can feel myself getting moist.Just as we move to sit on the couch, I notice you looking in. I gasp as I land on the couch. She is pulling me in close, but I reach out to her wanting to stop the embrace. She manages to maneuver me into a position so that she can straddle me. My mind goes into sensory overload.