The horny Arab milf unzipped my pants and took my dick out still under the blanket. She was feeling the tip and rubbing it with the precum over my har... dick.She had this innocent smile and look on her face while she rubbed and played with my dick under the blanket. Mind you, this was happening when all the lights were on and there were so many people walking around on the aisle.The married milf did not care about any of this as she kept massaging and rubbing my dick for a good 10-15 minutes.. What does it feel like? shit I'm high."You wouldn't have to touch it, just sit on it, come on!" I was so fucking hot and bothered, and Mike made a good point. I'd just sit in his lap so he could enjoy the heat, no big deal, I'm way too high. I wonder what it feels like."Just sit in my lap, it's no big deal. Like when we used have to share a seat in the van on the way to soccer practice, when we were k**s." We wore pants back then." You're not queer are you? If your straight this should be no. Like the burning of spices, it had roiled in his gut for hours.There was the sound of boot steps approaching his cell, a sound he recognized instantly. "Hello, Aurianna," he said, not looking up.Not at first, anyway. When he finally did, the sight of her was a blow. "Well, look at you," he said, eyes tracing the curves of her body and lingering on the hint of cleavage at the throat of her blouse. "Tell me, was he any good? Your Jeoram? I could smell you on him, when he last visited." A grin,. "The place was crowded and there were the expected number of legitimate celebrities, but for the most part neither Eva nor Wolfgang recognized anyone. Most of the guests seemed to be there because they were either very attractive, very rich, or very fashion conscious, although in Wolfgang's opinion a lot of the so-called fashions would have turned a circus clown green with envy. He was very glad Eva had talked him into going formal. The tuxedo wasn't exactly comfortable, but at least he looked.