“I was hoping you would say that,” then delving in her coat pocket she pulled out the hairbrush I had used on her daughter the day before. “Reco...nise this?” “I hope you’re not planning on sitting down anytime soon.” “The only thing I’m planning is sitting on your cock big-boy,” she grinned eying up my ever growing erection now impossible to hide. “Come here young lady,” I said as sternly as my excitement would allow, leading her by the arm to my chair and pulling her over my lap, her flimsy. So later on i goes to the bathroom to take a leak a the guy walks in and take a leak and he starts talking first about sports and stuff, and then he asked me did i like watching him and my wife on the dance floor i said yes and even said that it looked really hot and sexy and he flat out asked me was i referring to the time that him and his buddy had sandwiched her so i could see how it would be if i after wanted to share her, and i don't know what came over me but the next thing i said was. " Still crushing my cock in her palm, stroking me in sync with every word, it was torture. "You won't feel my tight wetness enveloping it, not that filthy thing." Tara put more pressure on my shaft, I began to feel lightheaded. "You'll be lucky if I touch it again after we go inside. This worthless thing protruding from you is disgusting to me. Your orgasm is not important to me." Releasing the shaft, she moved to my balls, cupping them. She slowly crushed them as she asked, "Do you. A girl unknown, soon to be mine. I wonder at your embrace. How warm is your body against mine? How soft? When we first come together, arms tangled, do you squeeze tight like an excited child? Or does your body fall softly around me, just a tired girl looking for a place to nap for a spell? How does my cheek feel against yours in that embrace? How soft the friction between our faces? Do you notice the stubble on my chin? Do you rub against it like a cat scratching itself, marking your territory?.