Fucking you, baby, fucking you while you fucked me.”There! I finally said it, finally got it out of my system. I looked into his eyes to gauge his r...action. It was possible he’d graciously recoil from such an outrageous suggestion. But he didn’t. Instead, a sexy grin lit up his face, a sexy little laugh from deep within.“Sweetheart, by now I think you could talk me into just about anything.”That’s all I needed to hear, his willingness acknowledged.“Oh goody! That’s music to my ears,” I. I had to stop myself from moaning. We were lucky that the cinema wasn't packed. The audience was too busy watching the movie to notice that there were two adults standing at the back, on second base.J: Baby, let's watch the movie first, okay?Peter was busy. He didn't seem to hear me. He was busy trying to take off my panties underneath my skirt. He pulled them down and asked me to keep my undies in my purse and not wear them.J: You're crazy, do you know that?P: Yes, crazy about you. Keep them. "Gimme a show. Play with yourself for me."Miss K looked into Tracy's eyes and cupped her breasts, rolling them around in her hands. She then lifted up one of her nipples to her lips, sucking on it as tugged on the other one. Switching one for the other in her mouth, she hummed on her nipple, buzzing her nerves right through her hardening cock. She made a show of lifting of her breasts to her mouth, batting each nipple with her tongue and swirling the areolas with her spit. Finally, she let. With my two fingers pumping inside her I matched Jon’s every thrust in my pussy. I wondered what the crew was doing and when I looked up, I saw Steve, the cameraman, pointing his camera at Ann’s wet pussy with my face still stuck to it. With the digital betacam tapes recording for 60-minutes, this will be very interesting footage. As any good actor would do, I brought my hand from Ann’s pussy, licked it clean and then moved my hand over her leg, down my body to where Jon was fucking me from.