I raised myself on my elbow to support my head and started pumping furiously , my left hand found her boobs and squeezed them madly. She was now screa...ing out quite loud. After few strokes I turned her over on four and held on to her hips and kept up my pumping. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries. I held Neeru by her hairs and pulled her face up , so that she could see herself getting fucked in the mirror. She cried out aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh as she saw herself. You’ll do fine!” And with that, muscle guy pulled me back into the living room. There was a spotlight directed right at me, and with a sinking feeling I recognized the first few beats of Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’. I looked for muscle guy, but with the light shining directly at me, I could only make out silhouettes of the people there. Then someone in the crowd started to clap and chant, “Strip! Strip! Strip!” and everyone else fell right in. Should I have turned and run?. Keeping my hand on hers, I feel her toying with her labia through the silken garment. Her fingers run the length of her slit. She pauses and finds her clitoris. Her fingers flick at it gently. She resumes rubbing herself through her panties. I remove my hand from hers and watch her as she surrenders to her emotions. Totally enveloped in lust, she sucks me into her throat. Her head bobs in my lap. Her hand slides between panties and smooth flesh. She inserts fingers into her. She led me to the couch, which thankfully was only a few feet away, as I had a hard enough time standing let alone walking. I fell into her soft leather couch and was delighted at the way it formed to my body. It felt so damn sexy! Bridget knelt between my legs and started kissing up my thighs. I was consumed with lust as I watched this sexy young goddess running her hot tongue up my well-tanned thighs. She kept looking up at me. Her eyes were so sexy; I had a series of tiny orgasms from that.