She made a choking noise that turned into a loud moan which went straight to Jake's gut. She was tight and smooth and hot and so fucking wet."Don't su...pose you have a condom?" he asked, voiced rough and deep. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her tight passage as she nodded, fumbling for her purse.Leina found the little foil packet and stuck it between her teeth. She reached down and unzipped the redhead, pulling his erection out from the confines of the now-tight leather. He groaned. Her left hand slid down under his balls and cupped them with a gentle squeeze. She pressed the heel of right hand against his erection rubbing up and down over the cotton encased center of her attention.Bob groaned louder at her new attention to his sex. "Oh that feels wonderful," he told her in a strained voice.Mandy glanced up seeing he was arched back a little, his chin raised high from the pleasure she was giving him."Like that don't you?" Yes. Very much," came another strained reply.Then. I started towards it and got comfortable beneath the quilts. Danny joined me, and when his body brushed against mine, I shivered. He was very smooth and warm and hard all over, and it felt glorious to feel all his skin against mine.We lay together in the mostly-dark not speaking or moving for a while, and then he leaned over and kissed me gently.‘I’ve been looking forward to this, Sally,’ he breathed when we pulled apart.‘Me too,’ I admitted, and we kissed again.When Danny’s tongue tried to. It was during one of my first forays into the cinema's shadowy depths, that I became aware of the practice and dare I say, the art of lap dancing. Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats, with one central aisle, facing a single screen or in this case, a stage, and that sums up MSC in the late 1980s. Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working.