She felt so exposed to a near complete stranger but more sexually excited than she had ever been. She wasn’t sure whether it was purely the arousal ...nd pleasure she was feeling or the alcohol but she found herself arching her back and pushing her hips up towards Nick so that she was almost on her knees exposing more of herself to Nick, wanting more. Then she slid one hand under her stomach between her legs and touched her warm, wet pussy – another shudder of pleasure, how could she be this. My body sprawling like a dog half grinning, eyes rolling on its back urging to have its belly scratched, barking at her half muted snaps attempting to extinguish my double dipped wick with a jolt of hot breath and a snuff of my cock tip’s bolting fire with her sopping tongue. The other guy’s cock now confidently inside her cunt and she’s suddenly at the mercy of a desultory assailant, not knowing when she might become slave to her own lust and desire. That’s when my nerves spark like a couple. Your choice girls.”Sarah placed a hardback chair in the centre of the bay window. She forced me to turn sideways, in full view of the street and bent me over the chair.“I’ll show you how it’s done,” she told the girls. With that she spread my legs further apart, stroking my penis as she did. Stepping to one side she brought the strap down hard across my bum. I gritted my teeth and took the strokes but Sarah was clearly not happy with my silence. The fifth stroke flicked between my thighs and. The thin blue tank top she wore showed a minor belly bump. More interesting to me were the two points where her nipples were pushing from the other side.I couldn't believe I hadn't realized Dot wasn't wearing a bra when I held her breasts.I ate my stew and looked at Dot's breasts."You have to stop that," Dot told me.I asked, "What?" She said, "Looking at me like that. AND you have to stop touching me. I'm old enough to be your mother. Probably your grandmother." I'm thirty-seven." There, I told.