I have quite a few such friends who are interested in doing a video (using skype or yahoo video chat or a hangout chat) or a voice chat (using skype o... yahoo or hangout) with me. These are the folks with whom I have established my trust and they have my trust too. This description is one such encounter.The most amazing part of this adventure is the interesting twists and turs at certain crucial point I time that makes it even more bizarre. It is said that “Truth is stranger than fiction” and. I peered through the glass, a safe distance away, and gasped in genuine surprise. I recognised the back of the head he was kissing so deeply. That bitch. I thought of leaving, but… God, I wish he’d kiss me like that. I found myself rooted, fascinated. I admit I was jealous; everyone knew that I adored him, but I was too engrossed to leave. I’d never look at him the same way again, to see his evil grip on her hair. It sent a throb straight to my pussy and my hips shifted a little, agitated. They. During the event I was quite distracted by the beautiful thing next to me. Every now and then she would poke me or grab my hand to play with my fingers. I can’t say that I really know what was going on or who was speaking and whatnot. What I was sure of was that we could not take our hands off of each other.The event ends and the audience begins to make their way through the set of doors back to the main convention center. Alexis and I stay until the most of the crowd left. “So, why don’t we go. Fran’s hands on his head pulled him closer as her hips gyrated grinding her pussy onto his mouth in her need. Ian’s top lip, on her clit, felt it quiver with desire as his tongue darted in and out, feeling the vibrations of passion surging through Fran’s body as her orgasm built. Slowly, reluctantly Ian moved away from Fran’s pussy kissing his way up her body stopping to kiss each hard nipple on the way to Fran’s lips. As their lips met, Ian’s hard throbbing cock, like a guided missile, glided.