I wanted more of this. I started rubbing my hard cock against her bum, whilst kissing her neck and rubbing her thighs. She pushed back against me. We...bumped and ground each other, which made her dress ride up. The bystanders followed her swaying hips, waiting to see more. I was past the horn point now and started to feel filthy. I grabbed the hem of her petite dress and eased it up as we danced. My wife never noticed as her dress was so light. I could tell from the surrounding faces, her. She was grunting with every thrust and i noticed her toes start to curl,she let out a deep moan as her ass tightened around his cock and she came,she came so hard so gushed at the same time,all ova the bed...the old man pull his cock out as the youngster took his turn and did the same...they all took turns fucking her ass and making her squirt,the bed was drenched!...they then all took turns DPing her,there was all sorts of combinations going on,they fucked her for hours,in the end she said she. If not for what she began, I'd never have touched her. Danielle won't tell her true age for some reason, but she promises she's 'legal'.Whatever the fuck that means, nowadays. If the world and all its laws still existed, I'd have escaped the budding encounter three seconds after Danielle started the play; she looks like she never graduated middle school. But there's little left of the world I once knew, and all its laws have gone into history and maybe even to hell."That feels so nice!". Then, after a few days, and when the weekly meet is coming up I get so damned horny I forgive myself for having these thoughts. This week I also had a little visit to my usual underwear supplier.When I got to the hotel next time I was quite early, but Gareth was there already and reminded me that he wanted me to have plenty to drink. I reassured him that I hadn’t forgotten and that I was already feeling in need of a pee, but not desperately. I went into the loo to get changed as Gareth began.