Might as well go with the flow. "I see why the chicks are in here all the time, dude," I said. "I mean, damn. What the fuck is that thing?" I tease... trying to appear cool while secretly wanting to touch it. Patrick laughed a low laugh. "Some are actually scared of it," he said. "I'll bet you can sympathize, based on that bulge," he said. I knew mine was pretty big, but not quite like his. "Mine's alright," I said. I was getting into this and feeling less nervous. Patrick had started. A crowd of people stood frozen on her side. Most were just passersby's caught up in the drama, but some showed signs of the déshabillé of a night at home interrupted.A young man and a woman holding a sleeping toddler stood close together as they strained to see what was happening. An old lady with curlers in her hair stood in a quilted pink silk robe clutching a snakeskin purse. Her glasses reflected the fire and her lips trembled as she licked them excitedly - it was obvious it. Unable to take the teasing any longer, her hands securely catch hold of his head, pushing him lower, raising her pelvis to meet his face. He cries out in shock and pain, as her nails dig into his scalp. “Taste my juices, you fucking bastard!” She astounds even herself, with the unfamiliar voice that has come from her body. “Oh now you’re going to get it.” He growls, wrenching her hands off his head. He fixes a domineering stare on her. She freezes, that familiar feeling of terror mixed with. She gasped as they landed on her tits. She peeled them off from her, a look of disgust spilling across her face. She held the wet cloth gingerly, swinging them out as if she were to throw them, then froze.Her nostrils flared.“Sasha, Jesus, why are you naked?” Dad asked, trying not to look at me. He hadn’t noticed my cock.His girlfriend pressed the boy shorts into her nose. She inhaled deeply. She smeared them across her face as Dad pulled sheets over his own nakedness. This was so much fun. I.