I felt Michael’s hand go to my lower belly just above my hair line and gently began to rub it right over where his penis was inside of me. I really ...njoyed him doing that and it seemed so sweet of him. As he continued massaging my belly his penis was getting very hard and I was wondering if I could manage to get him into a fresh condom. On the other hand I didn’t want Michael to stop as his hardening penis was feeling very good inside of me. I then felt Michaels fingers reaching between my. Should I duck and leave the the room...na! my manhood was so stiff and hard the blood vessels pumping and throbbing I couldn't. Anyway it looked (so it seemed to me!)like my neighbor was enjoying the attention. How could I tell I hear you ask!Her hands said it all. After, what feels like my neighbor had checked that I had not moved. She slowly started to move her hands down to the top of her legs, until they arrived at her pussy. I am I seeing what I think I am, my neighbor is playing with. Besides there was no way I was going to be able to take care of all the women at the party, so might as well give them a good show. The watching group became larger as her excitement grew. By the time she was screaming, almost everyone was trying to get a look. I was just concentrating on giving her a great fuck and pleasing my buyer. I like to watch their tits bounce as I bottom out but hers were small and she had left her top on so I looked over the other women. I knew who was going to be. . and another...Yes... yesss.... yessss!!!!.....And alone in the passenger seat you startle, wondering what it is that has roused you from your pleasant reverie.You hear it again, more insistent this time; and as your foggy brain finally comes to, you recognise it for what it is: the honk of a car horn. Looking up, you see your wife’s friend’s husband, waiting to park on a driveway you have inadvertently blocked with your visit.Grumbling to yourself you exit from your seat, holding a hand up.