I worked it in slowly, enjoying every inch. His hands were on my hips and thighs, feeling my stockings and running up my back, firm and tender at the ...ame time.As I took him deeper, his hand moved up and slipped the thin straps off my shoulders. He pulled the nightie slowly down very gently exposing my nipples which were hypersensitive and so hard, I gasped as he pinched them both gently between his fingers. He lifted his head and I bent forward slightly and then he took one at a time into his. As I sucked on her nipples, Judy made little noises of pleasure.Judy made the next aggressive move by placing her hand in my crotch and squeezing my cock through my pants. I took this to mean that she wanted my pants opened so I opened them. Judy slid her hand inside my briefs and pulled my cock out and as we kissed she gently stroked my cock with her hand.In a voice obviously affected by her sexual arousal, Judy asked me if she could kiss my cock? I certainly couldn't say no to her. Judy. . nerd stuff. I walked into the building and immediately felt like I was home.The day was filled with fun; meeting voice actors, buying souvenirs, checking out hot women in skimpy outfits, the usual. That was always one of my favorite parts of conventions: the costumes girls would wear to them. They were low-cut and short most of the time, showing off ample cleavage and long legs, firm young cheeks peeking out from underneath mini-skirts.It was a real boner-inspiring situation. If not only for. “Jesus Christ,” whispers Matilda to Al. “We usually stop very soon for supper. The food is shit, but we can continue there? Stay in me until then.”“My pleasure,” says Al.'No, mine,' thinks Matilda.The tour bus bumps and grinds over the road under construction. Matilda and Al ride with the bumps, so much so that the red-haired woman has to swallow an exploding sweaty orgasm, just before the bus comes to a halt for supper.At the supper break, Matilda quickly pulls the towering Al by hand to a.