The group of friends were still laughing and talking among themselves about the freak show performance. About the real essence of terror, to be able t... picture in our own minds the most horrible of creatures, but not really being able to see them appear. Not actually fearing what comes into our view but WHAT might come into our view. When suddenly we came across a small passage way that we hadn't noticed before. Veronica suggested they follow it to see what was at the end. The passage twisted. My husband didnt mind and neither did I&hellip, i asked did he mind if I fingered my self at the table all the attention and the vibrator put me on the edge I couldnt go on any longer. Two of the waiters had tried to pretend they were doing something but I could tell they were watching and a bartender at the bar as well I buttoned my shirt back up and began to finger myself trying to draw as little attention as possible but still keeping a small audience. The best part of fingering myself is. Immy did as she was told and kept stroking until the last drop squeezed out. I told them I wanted both of them to taste it so when they suck me off next time they will take it in their mouth. Both girls took it in turn to lick some off my cock and Immy still had her hand around it covered in cum. I said to Linda to get some tissues and clean me and Immy up.While she was gone Immy leaned over and kissed me and asked if I would fuck her as she wanted to feel my big cock inside her. Linda came. The more I tried the more I thought about it, and before long I was hard at the thought of it. I started to stroke my penis, with my other hand casually toying with my anus. I lost myself in the memory of the orgasm, remembering the feeling of being fucked and the pleasure of the dildo hitting my prostate. "Remembering it are you?" Josh suddenly said next to my bed. "Fuck!" I replied, "what are you doing?" He was standing there naked, with his semi erect penis about a foot from my face. My eyes.