.. My tongue licks at my lips...Your hand gripping your cock...Your eyes glued to my hand... I stroke myself a little faster...My hips rocking in time...to my fingers... I reach a hand to my breast and squeezing my nipple...My nipples get hard aching... I watch you stroking your hard cock... I feel myself getting even wetter...My finger moves from my clit...sliding inside my pussy... I grip it tight as I move it in and out...Then i take my finger...and with it wet from my juices, i run it against. Arnie stood up and pulled out his wallet."Arnie...", I said.He didn't answer, but pulled a small photograph out of his wallet and handed it to me. The photo was rubbed in places but one could still see the two women in the picture. Arnie pointed to one of them. The girl looked to be in her early twenties and of western European decent. She had almost shoulder length blonde hair that fanned out above her shoulders but didn't touch them. Her face was broad, and her eyes wide-set and dark. Her. The dais in the center was soon in full view. I caught my breath; a womanstood there, regal, beautiful. She turned and delivered me a smile thatshould have been magnificent, coming from such a lovely face, but wasn'tquite that way; there was something weirdly out of place in it. I foundmyself climbing to stand next to her. She turned away from me and liftedher voice. The noise in the hall diminished instantly--everyone there,perhaps five hundred people or more--seemed almost as bound to listen. They were silently looking into mobile. He slowly moved down his left hand on to side of her waist, he pulled her close to him slowly, holding waist. That was not the most shocking thing to me. Then its my mom’s turn, slowly put her right hand on his waist around him and pulled him gently. My heart stopped for few seconds. Slowly tears started rolling from my eyes and legs started shivering more. They were almost hugging each other.He again said something in her ear for which she pushed him.