The mob syndrome was beginning to take over, and the folks waiting started to fuss at those already at the trough. "Hurry up you weenies," One fello... bellowed while stroking himself through his trousers. "Move out the way so we can see," Yelled a female in the audience. Cat calls were flying back in forth as the natives got very restless. Then one youngster grunted and started to release his seed in a series of long arching globs. The first few over shot the target and a man opposite him. All of a sudden she got up from the chair and went to outside the ODC. I was left puzzled with her action. Within 5 minutes, I got some pics and a message “This is what your hands did” to my WhatsApp from Keerthi. I felt bad with that message and thought that maybe my nails hurt her thighs or her pussy walls like that, and downloaded the images. What I saw in those images was unexpected for me and made me spell bound.Image 1: Keerthi pussy with fluid coming out.Image 2,3: She opened her pussy. 'No, no, no, no, no, sweet cousin, it is your fat ass that is the problem'. Marksim had to actually bit his tongue in order to prevent himself from speaking these words outloud. "Don, I assume you came here with a real issue on your mind and not just to share pleasantries, please don't hold it back anymore". Since they were on his turf, Marksim was worried that if they will continue this arduous game there will not by a turf for him to have. As for the said issue, though he already knew what it. " She blushed a little and I realized that her choice of the word "swelling" was an intentional tease. She took my speechless stare as a "yes" and pulled the sheet all the way off me. I wasn't fully erect, but my cock was definitely swollen, pulsing, growing as she watched."Well" she said matter-of-factly, "I don't see any swelling in the knee – but you definitely do have a swelling problem there!" Her laugh was so goddam sexy it made my cock jump. "I can tell you're the kind of guy who doesn't.