.. in fact ... in fact ... that is exactly what I am going to do. If the organisers want you guys to fluff your dicks up then why can’t the girls fl...ff their own pussies up!?”From then on the Redsands First Congregational Church Youth Choir sang their hearts out while the young boys quietly masturbated their cocks and the young girls, thanks to Polly Legett’s encouragement, began playing with their own sex equipment. All this was being done on stage at the Redsands Festival Hall at the start of. I close my eyes, breathing in his scent. The muskiness of the smell fills my senses as the shuffle of his feet advance towards the bed. ‘Oh sweetie,’ he says to me, my ears absorbing the sound of his voice, locking it inside. ‘I’m still here, we still have our time, our wish.’ His hand caresses my face, touching and stroking my cheek. Opening my eyes slowly, looking into his, my own sight is blurred by my tears of sorrow, that are quickly replaced with those of relief. Reaching my hand out, I. The flow increases to such a point that in order to keep feeding you have to set up a rhythmic breathing and sucking sequence to get every last drop.Not that it matters, as split milk feels great between your bodies, often feeling like you are drawn together sharing this special time. And then after five to fifteen minutes, you can begin to feel the flow slacken off as her breast begins to empty.Oh well, not that it matters as there is always the other breast! Sometimes the break between sides. Feeling it straining against his pants zipper as he grinds against my bare, now dripping wet, pussy. He grinds like this against me for a bit, going to the crowds rhythm, he's driving me wild. The world around me spinning, the colors so vivid and the lines blurring together. The passion and heat of the crowd taking me to another world. As I'm lost in this world, I feel the man messing with his pants, unzipping them to free his big hard cock. I feel him slapping it against my pussy, so wet and.