Maybe even more.I sat on top of the first guy. His cock went inside my wet pussy, stretching it. The sensation was over powering. I moaned out loud, a...little too loud as the room cheered. Misty sat on the edge of the couch.The first guy grabbed my hips and started pumping into me. He was big, thick and rough. My pussy stretched with each pump. I felt another hand on the back of my head as it leaned me into him. My lips were wrapped around another cock, which the first guy continued pumping me.. I also wanted to tell you that your latest book is expected to make itpast two million copies sold in paperback in a few weeks. With theprevious hardback sales and all your other work that will officially makeyou our top selling author!" he announced.That caused another round of applause and someone handed me a bunch ofpretty pink and white flowers. "And I'm sure that now you are out in theopen and we can get you doing press and promoting your work sales willonly keep growing!" he said which. I’m not even naked and yet I’m squirming under you gaze. In a way I wish that I was naked but I’m still wearing my panties and despite my nervousness I know that a big wet patch is developing and that you can see it. You start to prepare my nipples. First standing close behind me gently caressing my breasts; your touch is so light and yet it feels like jolts of electricity shooting into my nipples. They are already erect and ignoring my desperate internal pleas for them to stay flat. My body is. Our little game of conversation continued, as he answered in the affirmative, adding that such things had even included sex. A moment of silence followed, then he mentioned, “That’s why I come here.” My heart was in my throat at this point, and I was surprised by what came out of my mouth next. “That’s why I stopped here, too.” He paused, seemingly pleased at my answer, and gestured towards the trail and said, “Would you like to follow me into the woods?” I knew it was now or never, so I nodded.