I don't think the audience knew if that was the end of her performance or not. They knew the routines and differences of the Colombian and Japanese da...cers but Ava was not Colombian nor Japanese but she did dance in the Colombian rotation of girls. Unlike the crowd of guys, I knew that she was supposed to come out now and wash all of the guy’s hands on the front row in preparation to get fingered. It appeared that the guys all seemed to have their attention on the stage in hopes that Ava would. She was just some woman he'd happened to zoom in on while she was in her back yard. Not only was it unauthorized, it was silly to think that anything could actually come from it.Then again ... people met other people all the time on the internet. That wasn't all that much different. Sure, the images they saw were pictures, being displayed by people who wanted to be seen. They weren't spying on each other. But they were thousands of miles away, usually. And sometimes they formed real. Not allowing me to move as your tongue and fingers still move on me. I feel my second orgasm rip through my body in a matter of seconds. You stand up smiling at me. I can see my juices on your face as you lean down to kiss me. I can taste myself on you. It’s a wonderful feeling, knowing you can please me the way you do. You pull your shorts down and your cock stands erect. You put it up by my lips and I greedily take it all in my mouth and throat. Using my tongue to massage the sides as I suck. In fact, she was far enough around that her liquid was puddling in her pussy slit. I was lucky to know enough to rub my cock in that liquid before I tried penetrating her. I got myself thoroughly coated with her pussy liquid, and I was being entreated to hurry up the whole time. Finally I was ready, so I told Helen to hold her pussy lips open for me to make it easier for me to find her hole.Helen reacted immediately, and she had her pussy lips pulled so far open that I think that she would have.