This wasn't wasted on the guests at our table, and I noticed Mark had his hand on my wife's thigh.The action on the stage had changed to where the guy...was now kneeling behind the girl, who was on her hands and knees, her large breasts swaying as he ploughed his large cock into her.I began to think about it. Maybe it was the effects of the alcohol or maybe the fact that I was watching a woman getting fucked hard from behind but I started to imagine Alison with these three men. I could picture. Your hand reaches for my cock. It jumps at your touch. A long sting of precum hangs from the end. You guide it to your aching, cock hungry pussy.In one slow deliberate movement I'm in you. Your pussy stretched tight, filled completely.I fuck you slowly looking deeply in your eyes. I can see the pleasure in them."Fuck me harder," you whisper. I smile and continue at the tormentingly slow pace.Your hand wanders back to your clit, you rub it furiously as I slowly fuck you. You want to cum on me.I. She simply beamed right out of the phone screen, basking in her audience's gaze. "I love showing off for you all. Do you like my big schoolgirl tits, everybody? I love feeling them up myself." Phone Julie's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. She sighed. "But I like it when Daddy does it more. Maybe one of you could be my Daddy?" Phone Julie teased."Wow," Julie muttered from her subway seat. Phone Julie was so beautiful. She wished she could kiss her. She wanted to take the girl's uncanny. Was Sarah as confident as she seemed? Was she going to be the perfect fuck or would she freak out at some point?He decided to cool it down a little, and in that pursuit he put a hand on her leg. She put her hand on his and there they were, holding hands like they perhaps should have long ago if this had been a gradual developing of a relationship, what his parents would call a courtship, rather than the helter skelter towards sex which he found both exciting and alarming.He didn’t actually want.