"Hey, Dance King!" Christine Arsenault greeted Warren in the lobby of the hotel. Sophia was off chatting with Jack Garrison and his wife. "How's it ha...ging, Warren?" Fine as always, Chris. You ready to renew the battle with your arch-nemesis Liz Cushman again?" Of course. And you and Sophia are ready to go after Nicholas and Coleman?" You betcha." So, Warren. What happened? Really." Sophia and I broke up, in late September. She broke up with me, actually. It was a huge mistake, it's been. As the Bizet began, I found myself still sat amongst the audience. This was to be muff, blow job and live sex show of which I was to be the star attraction and, therefore, last. I would have to wait my turn for my moment on spaceship earth. Eventually, as expected, I was asked to report to the changing room. At this point, trying not to show my tension, I disconcertingly asked the supervisor as to the name of my partner to be in the ensuing event. On being told Tina, my spirits raised and I. I was openly moaning and we didn’t care about anybody catching us.Then slowly he took his cock and inserted it into my super wet pussy and started fucking me. We were doing it slowly and then slowly started to raise the tempo. We both were moaning and grunting and then we swapped position. He was on the ground and I was riding him. I raised my hips up and thrust myself on his cock. Oh, baby, it felt so good. He fucked me so good. He will hold my hips and fuck me faster. I will lie down on his. All of a sudden I felt him brush his crotch againt my arm. I could tell he was half hard and I told myself was an accident. I didn't say a thing and he continude to wash my hair. A couple of mins later again I feel him brush against my arm. While I had never done much as a k** my best friend and I use to jack off in the same room on weekend stay overs. Anyway I found I kinda liked the feel of Pete's cock as he brushed againt my arm. He continude to cut my hair and a couple more time brushed.