What was truly weird was to realize that I wasn't perceived as any sort of gross male threat, because of course after that interlude in the kitchen Mi...iam would have been sure to have milked every last drop from my balls. Though that was strictly conjecture, and no one could know that for sure.I wound up engrossed in a conversation with the woman seated next to me. I kept forgetting her name from one minute to the next, but she was somehow involved in casting. My end involved just a clever quip. After awhile he gets off off and grabs my hips, bring me onto of him and rams my pussy down onto his slick wet dick. "Alright, now give me a show, baby." He commands.This means that I has to put my hands behind my head, or behind my back to rub his balls as I bounce up and down on his dick. I have to do it vigorously because he wants to see my tits bounce around wildly. Occasionally he brings his hands up and grabs my tits or slaps them around gently. It's so exhausting doing this for as long. They were much bigger than that of a bull. I could not cup in one hand. But was big, huge and heavy. I thought that it may be due to his not having sex with his wife. As she was in her 5th month of pregnancy. Means already 3 months over. I was glad that I would be getting all the stock inside me.My peculiar thoughts were in mind. My whole body was active, hands legs, thighs, breast, lips mouth were all busy in his hot contact. Pulling his one hand off my breast I pushed that hand down and. ....for now."He took a sharp intake of breath. There was an implication that shemight not keep the secret."What you need to do now Matthew, is stroke your little thingy throughthe clothing.."He could not bring himself to do it in front of her. He wanted her tolet him go so he could go and relieve himself in private. Her left armthough was still round his waist. Her right hand than found Matthew'sright hand and pulled it down to his bulging groin."Now, go on.....play, make yourself happy" she.