So it look very erotic.When i saw back side that man come close to us to see my big boobs out of shirt.My hubby continuesly grope my bokbs pinching ni...ples. While all this i can see that old man take some money from his pocket and put directly in between my boobs. Me and my hubby was shocked .I take that note.it was 20 rs.my hubby smile at him.He move forword and Grope my boobs from backside.Now My hubby and that man take each boobs for grope and m*****.Suddenly that man came near my seat and. That's it. Take me as deep as you can. Ooh, that's good!I don't think this is going to work.Just wait a few moments and let's see.I think it's coming. Oh, oh here it comes!And so it did, like a garden hose flow of 98.6 degree water running down my dick over my balls, splashing into the toilet. And she just kept going and going. Fine with me, the warmth of her pee gave me such unbelievable pleasure! I could feel her internal muscles move as she pushed out the last drops. And with her arms. The old Liz would have been fearful, afraid of the intense sexuality that began to dominate my life. But instead I felt a pleasure with every day, anticipation of my next orgasm, and a lightness of spirit that was entirely new. I found myself dressing myself far more erotically, flaunting my figure, my breasts, my long, shapely legs. Tighter blouses, often without a bra, higher skirts, tighter shorts, and higher heels. And I caught myself smiling almost all the time. I began flashing people in. “So what do pleasure dancers dance to?” he asked, pointing down at his control board.“Let me watch some of the other dancers,” she replied. “I have to think. It has to be just the right tune. The existence of this planet depends upon me winning this contest.”“Whatever you say,” he said with another laugh and then turned on his mic to introduce the next song.Finally the dance competition itself began. Sta-ie-che stood by the stage and watched the dancers as Jake introduced them. The first was a.