Eventually I snuck my middle finger inside her and smiled as her hand gripped my pant leg tightly. I felt her body tremble slightly and I drew small c...rcles with my finger. As I did, she took my free hand and slid it up her shirt, placing it on her breast. I began to draw figure-eights inside her and gripped her breast simultaneously, gladly realizing that her large tits were a seemingly perfect match for my equally sized hands. She let me pleasure her on the two fronts for quite a while. Nobody could dance too exuberantly or they'd smack several people which meant I was pressed up against more than one person. As I was wiggling my body to a particularly good song I felt a hand slowly stroke my ass. I very almost slapped it away but the rotating circles they made on my butt cheek made me realise it was the softer touch of woman's hand. My pussy pulsated in angry desire but it was too tight for me to turn around to see who was touching me and my friend was right in front of me. Yesterday when it happened, it was Jimmy calling to check up on me and see what measures Rod and I had come up with to try and prepare for the Sandman's reaction. At first I thought it might be him calling again, but then I realized it was the wrong side ringing.One problem with having to be available twenty-four-seven is where to keep your phone. Most of the time it's not a problem, cell phones are so common no one thinks twice about seeing one on your belt. Let me tell you, running with a. Of course, all of this was really more like a stillphotograph, with just enough limited movement by thecharacters to barely simulate reality. The motions werebrief and repetitive, and when I got nearer to the people,the magnificent illusion was at least partially broken.Their faces were less convincing from close-up, and I couldeven hear the humming motors hidden under their disguises.Of course, these were all carefully programmed robots (I'vesince heard it called "animatronics"), but I was.