By this time the man was fucking the woman and you could hear him slap against her. I pressed myself against the seat as he squeezed my dick through m... pants. Suddenly I heard, can I see it. My brain was in over load. Between the movie and this strange man touching me. I couldn't say a word, as I watched him unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. My dick feel a little better as he opened my pants. His hand was cool as he reached in my underwear. I heard him moan very nice, as he felt my. So things were working out nicely. Two drinks later at about 10:30 I whispered to Ashley that I was going to take her picture. She smiled happily until I told her I wanted her to raise her dress and show me between her legs. I whispered that I’d take a few regular shots before she exposed herself and then all she needed to do was to sit sideways and keep her back to the gentleman at the other end of the bar. The bar would block the bartender’s view. She looked solemnly at me and. “Photoshop is a great programme mum” Mum kept on looking at the picture. “That’s disgusting…how dare you…delete it…” I just sat and let her rant for a couple of minutes. “I wonder if I could submit this as an example of my photography work when the club starts” “You wouldn’t dare…” I smiled but stayed silent. “Anyway it’s not our bodies…so they will know it’s not us” “You know it’s not your body…Mrs Noakes knows it’s not…as do I…but don’t you think you are roughly similar in size to those. Then the thought hit me, go check out that cum rag. The doom downstairs closed. I went into his room looked out the window, Mike was headed down the street. I went over and reached between the mattress and pulled out the t-shirt. It was all wadded up, I opened it up.... it had so many cum stains on it. The one he had just deposited was still wet and even had several globs of cum not soaked into the shirt. I sniffed the shirt all over and my dick got hard, I was on my knees, I pushed my shorts.