Clutching myself defensively across the chest, I glared at Trophy and cursed myself for being a fool. Trophy, head cocked to one side inquisitively, p...nting normally, just looked back at me."You are not mounting me," I said shakily. I hadn't anticipated the words and was startled to hear them. I'm not a bitch. I'm not sexually compatible with you. What you want is just not possible." What he wanted, of course, considering what dangled so obtrusively from between his hind legs was to impregnate. It was just after three in the morning. She could feel the pleasant weight of an old fashioned blanket over her lap. A nurse must have been in and put it there. She was silently thankful for the anonymous thoughtfulness.Even though she was still very tired, sleepiness had deserted her for a time, and she looked across at the bed, her still husband a dark silhouette in front of the curtains. As she idly watched, she realised that she should be seeing the outline of a blanket, rather than the. After ten minutes or so the girls push him off the bed and concentrate on one another but not before Trace took his massive cock into her mouth one last time sucking every last drop of Helena off him.The girls go back to pleasuring each other, giving the growing crowds an intense show of sexual beauty, fulfilling every sexual desire and fantasy the girls have; they started involving more and more of the people watching, fingering, wanking, sucking, biting and kissing people they chose from the. Am I supposed to see any of this? Slowly she spread's her legs again. Those unbelievably sexy legs in the office building right next to me. Did I just spot her panties? I'm not sure of anything anymore as I watch her caressing herself through her panties. My mind is racing when I realize she is definitely looking at me, with a seductive little smile on her face. She closes her legs for just a short moment before spreading them again. And again. She then stands up to fix her skirt. She's looking.