This time, when I saw him glance my way I waved and smiled at him. He was a very handsome older gentleman. He waved back at me, and then crossed his a...ms and openly watched. I couldn't stop myself from wiggling my hips to and fro, knowing he was watching so intently. I began to touch myself as I swayed, from my thighs up to my breast prosthesis which was encased in my bra. The nipples were perpetually erect, and so were my own, underneath them. He walked straight up to my balcony and asked. She did seem to be having a hard time sitting still in her chair. Ben even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times scratching her boob area. The dripping cum from her pussy had dried up long before. If you. ” As I thrust into her. When our orgasms were finished, she sat back onto me and kept me inside of her. “That was incredible.” She beamed. “I was hoping it would be good, but that was AWESOME!” I proudly agreed with her. Chris sat on my dick as we talked. “Are you upset that you can’t go to dinner tomorrow night?”“Not at all.” I answered. “I love being with you, but if my choice is dinner with your family or this – I think I’ll choose this.”Chris had a tear in her eye as she smiled. I’d never. ." He pushed me to the floor, pinning my arms to my sides and sat back stradling my face. He leaned forward. "Ever suck your boyfriends musky hole..." I shook my head, mortified for the first time. "Ohhhh, something you haven't done... and don't want to do..." He leaned backward pressing his cheeks to my face. "Lick me... suck my tight hole.... or else..." He reached down and wrapped a hand around my balls. "Do it cunt... suck your mans musky hole... do it..." He tightened his grasp... tighter.