She lays her head back and takes a deep breath. She trails her fingertips across the dark skin of her belly as she moves them between her thighs. Shi...ting again slowly, her legs part and she begins to slowly rub and tease the lips that were starting to swell and get so very wet. Fingers slide in and out as her hand begins to bring her close to her release. I strain and try not to move, but the site is driving me up a wall. I see as she brings herself to the edge and over, looking at me as she. "Very diplomatic answer!" said Gill."Listen and this is to all three of you. "Women's breasts are as individual as the women themselves, all that really matters is that you're happy with your own!" "As a man, I think the size is unimportant, so long as the nipple is sensitive to the touch and the woman enjoys what you're doing to them!" I added.Gill now topless reached for my hand and said "feel my nipple, all this talk has already started making me horny" She took my hand and pressed it to her. I told him that if he could wait a while longer it would feel a hell of a lot better later. So he stopped resisting and let go of his hard cock. I told him “I don’t think it was right for me to give you a hand job without a first kiss.” So he replied saying “I thought you said you weren’t gay”, which prompted me saying “well, I think I’m bisexual; I'm not sure” So I gently kissed his lips (hoping they didn’t taste like vomit) and pulled away. They didn’t taste like vomit at all, but rather. “Typical!, just for men, again”, she said. Then our performer got on the stage and bobbed up and down as some music started. Jane looked bored. But that soon changed as in walked the male performer. A leather-posing pouch kept in what looked to be an impressive cock. For about 5 minutes they writhed over each other as bit by bit she was stripped naked.“Get our cock out” shouted Jane, and as if he heard her, he stood up and walk along the edge of the stage thrusting his pouch in the direction.