His reply was noncommittal and moved his hand further up. I looked at Rob and he just raised his eyebrows and made it clear it was up to me. I pushed...his hand down more in fun than to stop him and Chris realised this and went right into my wet pussy. As he slid his finger into me I opened my legs wide to him. He let his finger work my G spot and I was enjoying it all. As I was about to cum his son stirred on the sofa and I lost my nerve pushing him away. He asked what was up and I told him. My mind was a blur with lust; at the time I wished that I had another cock to suck while another man fucked me as hard and fast as I was doing to myself. I cried out, "Oh Jesus, I love this, I love it, I love it I love it so fucking much. I can never get enough of this."When I finished my climax, I opened my eyes, I saw that another man must have come the men's room and I did not notice it (I was a little busy) I say that because I looked down and I saw that there was another very nice, very. ”“What the hell you pouting about? You’re the one who put my hand on your tit, not me!”“Oh, shut up!”“Hey, you little creep! What the hell are you pulling?”Julie glared at him for a moment, then jerked her head at the screen. “Watch your damned movie, creep!”“Shit, Julie. What’s the matter?” Billy’s voice grew more gentle as his attention was drawn away from the action on the screen. He seemed to be really concerned about Julie. She relaxed a bit.“I ... I don’t know, Billy,” Julie remained. I've seenthe place . . . . " The girl then lost her composure, and her breastsand lower lip began to tremble visibly. "Would you spit it out?" someone shouted. "Let her talk!" snappedBasilissa. "I've seen the place where they take their victims!" Hostia cried.(More gasping from the audience.) She rushed on. "They always line upthe Brook Nymphs they catch . . . right by the water (you've all seen that);but our girls–nobody could figure out where they take them. Well, I wasthere! It's a clearing.