Then I asked her to spread her legs and positioned myself in between her legs. I pushed the tip of my dick in and paused for a couple of seconds, then...gave her a hard push, I was half way. I moved myself in and out few times and gave her one grand push. I was all in the bottom of her pussy. She was crying with pain and joy. I was kissing her and pumping slowly. She was sucking me back like a vacuum machine. I started to suck her nipples and drain her breasts again. She was very emotional. She. All those people and so close to us."I pushed off of Candy and positioned myself between her legs. She pulled her knees toward her chest exposing her pussy to me. I pulled her lips open and licked her. I heard some gasps coming from the gallery of watchers. Candy raised her hips after hearing the encouragement and I dove deeper with my tongue.Even though I could not understand the different languages being spoken from all around us I understood it. They were being aroused by out display of. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn’t that he didn’t like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery – The Met, in fact. No… the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn’t like. Something about the way his voice could be lilting one moment, then rough as a lumberjack the. I got off and started looking for a secluded place to be done with it. I finally found a spot and was getting done with it. While i was still getting my business done, i heard footstep of a person. He came and stood next to me and started peeing. He was wearing black leather jacket. Thats all that i could see. Before i could pull up my zip he started a conversation. He said its crazy to see so many people coming here at night in such a climate. I winked and told him that this is normal on a.