Simone hiked up her robe, exposing her long legs and straddled Lauren’s face. She ran her hands down the length of Lauren’s body, caressing her br...asts, hips and thighs. Lauren looked up to see, no more than five inches from her face, Simone’s pussy lips, highly aroused, glistening in the faint light. She felt that she was inside a tent, cut off from everyone else, with just the red and white glow from the barn lights shining through Simone’s robe to light her little world. She looked to her. I was trying to be really quiet, because there were other women in the rest room. But I had to push fairly hard to get it all the way in and I did gasp as it finally shot home. My pussy was soaking wet and when I pulled my jeans up I could feel the dampness through them. The jeans held the plug in place. I was really glad I had the shopping cart to hold on to, because there would have been no way I could have walked straight with that plug in. I had to lean pretty hard on the cart. It required. She began to moan more loudly and writhe back and forth. I grabbed her ass with both hands for support to keep my tongue glued to her clit.“ohhh fuck,” she exclaimed. “ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck.” I look that as a sign. It was the first time all afternoon she’d used any vulgarity. I redoubled my efforts.“ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, i’m going to cum, baby . . . I’m going to cum . . . Ohhhhhhhh fuck . . . Ohhhhhhh . . . Fuuuuuuuuuuck . . .”And then she did. With a guttural groan she thrust her hips upward. I'm really proud of you," I beamed.Her smile lit up the table as a look of relief rolled over her. She practically squirmed in her seat with pleasure."Thanks, I was worried what you'd think," she explained. "It was odd, the feelings I was getting from you really cut me off from feeling the audience. I couldn't tell what they were feeling, so I had to look away. Still, it's like trying to listen to someone whisper during a rock concert." She leaned back in her chair and hooked an arm over the.