Was he watching them do each other? Was her finger the one that stuck through the hole? It was pretty exciting.I looked at my watch. Five minutes to g.... I went to the last booth on the left again and locked the door. I wondered if some guy would follow into the booth next to me. Sure enough, it happened. I heard the door closes and pretty quick a blunt finger was poking through the hole. I ignored it, panicked at the thought that he would make me miss whatever John had planned. After a few. The three of them wait inside Paul's van outside the studio of Britney's first movie. Finally at around four o'clock in the afternoon, she emerges from the building, obviously heading to some club or something. Surprisingly, she was alone and that helped a lot.She was also very beautiful. Her brown-blonde hair untied and hung loose on her back. She wore a sky blue body-hugging spaghetti strapped mid-riff shirt that exposed her belly-button and the cleavage, and the of the nipples of her chest.. "Tsk, tsk," went the voice still hidden behind the light as the hand began to stroke gently at his dangling meat. "I haven't read you your rights, so I want you to be very, very silent."Not that it'll matter having caught you rosy palmed," the hand gave his renewing stiffness a squeeze, "so to speak."The light went off with a sharp metallic click. The hand left his dick a moment later. For a moment, Moe stood in the dark, unable to see. His vision only slowly returned as his abused eyes. Her eyes were wide, no longer showing defiance but indicating shock that I was actually letting Dave play with her tits, as his fingers slipped into the deep vee of her ample cleavage.Dave stopped at the low-cut neckline of her dress, his fingers trapped in Joan's gapless cleavage. His expression was almost orgasmic as he gently opened the gap and let the weight trap his fingers again.Then Dave began to caress and knead his fingers along and under the neckline of Joan's dress.I could see the.