My eyes widened in surprise. It had to be at leastten times the size of my tiny cabin. The walls were paneled with somekind of polished hard wood, w...ich gleamed in the glare of theflorescent lights.A few book shelves, a desk, a TV and a stereo were scattered about thebig room. Here and there pictures hung from the walls, beautiful oilpaintings of ships and the sea. The floor was carpeted with a thickshag rug that my feet seemed to sink into, and hard in the far cornerof the room was the bed.. “Okay boys, watch this slut work on herself, and no cumming!” Kim giggled. Laying back on the bed.The three men stood around the bed, gently stroking their hard cocks and waited for the floor show to start.Kim revelled in the attention of three randy males. She had always loved masturbation, and to have an audience, was for her, the icing on her sexual cake.Paul had always loved to watch his wife playing with herself. In fact, they often enjoyed joint masturbation, which usually ended with him. He was like steel. I couldn't remember a time when he had ever been harder. As we danced, I slid my hand inside the waistband of his jeans to feel his hard prick. I began rubbing the head of his cock and pisshole while my thumb, feeling precum and hearing him moan lowly into my neck. This continued until the end of the song, when I pulled my hand out of his jeans. I looked around and saw a few guys watching us, but apparently we'd been discreet enough to not make our actions noticeable to. . what a legs! .. beautiful thighs white ! ..." also if, naturally, i did a bit pretend of nothing, also i couldn't at not to think about it :-P. It was summer when i came to my house with a friend, a little later, when us about to exit, my sister arrives and ask me a commission and she had an habitual tunic for house, white, a little wrinkled, with the effect close-up indeed, with the form of the tits that was good and then that tunic seemed to be a bit neutral namely seemed white and a bit.