Johns hand moved downwards and I was transfixed as she opened her legs as his hand reached he pussy. He slid one, then two fingers into her and Ann m...aned again louder. I could hear her squelch. I knew she was turned on.I was mesmerised. There was my quiet wife getting fingered whilst I watched. God, I was turned on and hard. John stopped and I thought that would be it but Ann turned to Sam and smiled and said to her,“Are you up for it?”Sam smiled and reached out for Ann. They looked at each. There were over a hundred different categories of awards, many sounding similar to the Oscars – best actress, best actor, best film, best POV, best BDSM, best make-up, best foreign film, and so on. The one that interested us was 'Best Amateur.'The awards were also an opportunity to party really hard and to have a lot of sex if you were able to score with some really hot men and women. Alex had a grin on his face from ear to ear when he finally got hotel reservations for just after New Year's in. No way could she go to sleep with that burning need in her pussy. She just wished Tim had been there, because a good fucking was what she really craved.The next day, Friday, seemed to drag on forever. Tim stared at her all through class, and she could hardly keep her mind on her work. The poor kid was eating his heart out for her, but she couldn't give him any words of encouragement. It was too soon for them to be together again. People might notice and start to gossip about them.As she was. They certainly spend more time on it pleasuring passengers than they did needing to get anywhere. Like the woman riding the skater across the aisle.Judge as Adrian might—what kind of early 20s guy still wore skater getup—he couldn’t argue with the results: arms over his shoulders, lips interlocked, the woman rode him so hard the bus was bouncing. And judging by the way he gripped her tight, tan ass, he’d guess it was pure ecstasy.He smirked and shook his head. Wasn’t really his business anyway..