‘Stay there. Spread your legs.’ She did so. He knelt down on the floor in front of her pussy and stuck two fingers in, pulling against the walls, ...tretching them. Cynthia moaned as her arousal grew, her juices beginning to flow. As she widened, he stuck a third and fourth finger in, wiggling them around, fucking her cunt with the hand turned sideways against her lips. The stimulation was intense, her lips stretched to the limit. Her juices were flowing freely and her moans echoing off the. He wanted more and could not control himself. Slowly, he moved his hand to her left shoulder trying to find the pin. He felt over the plait of her saree until he found the metallic object of interest. He looked over to the other side, the aisle seat to see of the younger man was asleep. The young man seemed to be in deep sleep. With a sigh of relief, he got back to his mischief.He slowly pressed on the pin over the saree and it came loose. Jubilated him tried to remove the pin by pulling it. ." she said. I did not argue. Her body felt amazing. I could see a few little curls of pubic hair poking out around the edge of her panties where my dick now vanished from view. She rotated her hips up and back, coating my skin with so much wet slippery wonderful that it accelerated my own pleasure and I fond myself humping against her to increase the feeling."Oh god...oh fukkk..." she whispered, as if the sexual feelings were taking control of her. I drove harder into her, digging deeper into. I got half-way through " Any Thing You Can Do" when my face went dead white, much to the alarm of the male lead. I felt vomit rising in my throat, and I rushed to the wing, puking all over the assistant stage manager, but still in view of much of the audience.I tried to be a trouper. I went on the next night and for the next two weeks, and the reviews only said that I had gotten ill on the first night, without all the gross details, and I got some praise for my "tenacity".I was unsure if I.