What a site in the dim light with pale blue light disappearing into me as my pussy was stretched into a perfect circle. Then I noticed one of my "assi...tants" filming it up close, thrusting in and out of me. The other one was above my head shooting my body and panning up and down the line of masked people, most of which were stroking hard cocks by this time. Oh GOD this is wonderful!!! I was pouring sweat by this time, thrusting and arching my back. Feeling as if my entire pussy and chest areas. I recall looking back and seeing an admirer as he stood in the doorway and watched me fuck myself. I could see the lust in his eyes; he clearly liked what he was observing. We made eye contact as I continued to slam my slippery ass with my dildo, but unfortunately, the man walked away. It’s okay, I thought to myself, he’ll be back. I never ceased to keep my hole open for the boys as I continued to fuck myself with that so wonderful object.As expected, my admirer came back, this time sure of. On closer inspection, the fighters in the mural were wearing boxing trunks, but it appeared the artist paid special attention to make it appear each fighter had a hard-on. The fighter throwing a punch had a mean, dominant expression on his face as he was punching the other guy in the gut. The fighter getting punched was doubled over with a pained, helpless expression. The painting told quite a story but I couldn't help wondering, why did they have hard-ons? It seemed an odd thing for a mural in. Any one could of walked by and seen us but I didnt care, I lifted her of her knees and lifted her skirt to find no panties on and a shaved bush. I always liked it shaved ut again the wife would never do it, she pushed me onto the seat and lifted herself onto my erect c***k slowly lowering herself the full length, as she moved up and down i undone her blouse to reveal the most wonderfull pair of breast I had ever seen. As she groand and moved faster I knew I wouldnt last much longer I was amazed.