I am building up a rhythm while the boys are watching me slide my full nine-inches into Sarah. The noise of my torso slapping into her ass cheeks is a... extra turn on as Sarah chants, “Love it, love it. Then, “Harder, fuck me harder.”We have fucked for an audience previously but never with four very turned on young boys. An extra turn on for me as I know them all from the gym. And I love demonstrating my sexual prowess for them.“Baby yes, yes, I’m cumming,” Sarah repeats four times as she. "I know honey. It's ok. Go ahead and wear it."And for some reason, I asked her, "Would... do you want to see it onme?"I don't know what came over me. A sudden rush of adrenaline I suppose.Maybe it was confidence. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe I just wanted to beme. Kimberly was dying to escape."Sure!" she said. "Let me give you some time."GULP!!I guess there's no going back from here. She closes the door. Here Iam, standing in my room with my dress in my hands. Well, here goesnothing.She. I raised her legs up keeping her feet on either side of the table.I positioned myself like a gynecologist between her legs. I applied warm water all over her pubes. And she gasped again when my hand touched the sides of her tight cunt lips. I applied a pinch of shaving cream and started rubbing it on her pubes with the brush.I choose my brush strokes carefully to make her relax first and then to enjoy the sensation. I started with brushing on her pubic mound well above her clit in a circular. I put up a sign on the crowded message board near the door--jazz singer looking for pianist. It turned out one of the waiters named Ben came over to me and told me he played piano and so we agreed to try some tunes after the place closed. When everyone cleared out except the manager, we finally went over to the piano. As soon as he played his first few chords and made some runs, I knew he was great. Something about his playing startled me and I remembered the first time I heard Gabe play the.