Once packed and dressed for travel in a good white shirt, a stout dark-green tunic and breeches, Aran stopped by Amina’s quarters after leaving his ...wn, finding – much to his surprise – Sara waiting for him in Amina’s sitting room. Clad in her robe, she was seated on a padded chair near the fire, intent on the book she cradled on her lap. The orange glow of the firelight played across her profile.Amina had said nobody was to see Sara during her training, so it had been a few days since he’d. Damn, it was hot, watching these guys watching us. One old guy came right up and sat on the other side of my wife. I looked at him and said, "You can look all you want. But, if you try and touch her, I'll fucking kill you." He backed off some but still sat there looking at her, then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He shot cum all over the seat in front of him. Then my wife had a huge orgasm, spraying pussy juice all over my hands.We quickly got up and left. When we got home we. Barry figured the loud one had dragged her here and that she didn't really want to be there. She had long brown hair, and was dressed in a baggy sweat shirt and tight black lulu lemon pants. As the crowd surged forward, Barry felt himself being pushed right against her. He couldn't help but smell her hair, and there was something about it that turned him on, and soon he found himself standing there with a hard on, yet again! Evertime the crowd would surge forward, Barry would allow himself to. ‘I do believe you enjoyed that,’ Zoe said. I didn’t reply, but she was determined to find out, and she lowered her right palm onto my pouch and lightly pressed. ‘I thought so,’ she said. ‘You’re getting hard.’ She continued to fondle my dick through the thong. The bulge grew ever more prominent. ‘Why don’t you let me help you?’ she said. I looked at her. She rolled me onto my stomach and raised me up on my hands and knees. She pulled my knees wide apart. She fondled and kneaded my ass then.