He moved until he was standing behind my chair and gently smoothed my hair back, his fingers massaging my scalp as he watched me. I let my head drop b...ck and I watched him watching me. I wanted to stand, press myself against him, and feel his erection through the thin fabric of his shorts. I brought my free hand up to my stomach, pulled my shirt up far enough to expose my bra, then slipped underneath to fondle my nipples. Imagining the weight of his cock in my hand, hard and pulsing. My. I followed him outside and he opened his door for me asking what I liked to be called. No one ever asked me that before; what a gentleman. I got in his car while thinking about it and then I looked up at him and said “Barbara.” He smiled and said hi Barbie Doll, I'm Peter” As he drove he put his hand on my knee and started asking questions probing to find out more about me. I was confused about my feelings; do I want to be his girl friend or his whore, would I act like a lady or a slut. We. Alessandra has her erotically experienced right hand ferocioisly fondle her fanny, longing love lips, towards the top. Alessandra can not break away from his eyes, staring into hers. Her hands rubbing her love lips between their faces. Alessandra can not stop anymore in her raunchy race uphill her mighty Mount Venus, tickling her thick clit top speed.Alessandra feels the contractions coming, movements from deep inside her, way beyond her wish to control them.Alessandra can not help being much. “Just give me a minute, okay?” Noticing me absent-mindedly stroking my stiff cock, Cindy said, “Oh… what have we here?” She reached out and touched my cock through the thin fabric. “Wow… you could hurt somebody with that,” she joked. “Is this thing registered?”Judy had recovered enough to want to see what Cindy was talking about and looked over at my cock that was straining to break through my pyjama pants. Her eyes widened as she focused on Cindy’s hand as it encircled my stiff prick through.