Her hips began to buck and thrust upwards, throwing me completely away from her crotch. I sat back and watched as her body went through emotional gyra...ions. Her stomach muscles tensed, her nipples and breasts flushed with color, her arms flailed recklessly around and her face finally relaxed sufficiently to display enjoyment and pleasure.I did not allow her to unwind completely. Once she was more or less stable again, I slid in between her knees and pushed my cock into her now extremely moist. “Look at me. Would you like it if I suck on them?” He asked leaning in. “They must be terribly sensitive.”Falling into her, he pressed both nipples together to suckle them both. In front of him, Shandi bounced up and started dancing as he worked the soft flesh of her chest with his wet mouth. His finger kneaded her breasts gently and swirled their mass around so they pivoted on her chest.Her gasps turned to howls and her quaking thighs started to open and close. Pulling her butt closer to. Shame and sorrow overwhelmed me and sent rivers of tears down my cheeks. Barely able to walk, I staggered out of the room, not sparing a thought for the torn heap of clothes left behind. As quickly as I could, I stumbled along the passage towards free air. I did not know whether it was day or night, and did not care. Everything was better than facing reality. With waning strength I pushed aside the stone blocking the exit and found myself running through the wilderness, never looking back.. I pulled over my disco sequenced top, slipped into my under-sized red thong and wrapped a chain belt around my waist, then backed close to the mirror, and twisted around to see how the red thong and chain belt accentuated my hungry little ass…..“Nice!” I thought, seeing how inviting my pussy appeared. That’s always been important to me. Whether I’ve invited a guy over, walk into an adult theater or be a guest as I was today, I want men to KNOW what I am and what I want! I dress like a whore.