The women began to subconsciously allow contact as strangers, men and women, would press behind or in front looking at the artwork and their bodies wo...ld rub deliciously. The crowd liked the artwork even though their was something haunting about it. An image that was not quite in focus. Something that was known but perhaps forgotten. But that something was driving them to a state of controlled frenzy.Two people noticed this. The artist, Jean-Paul Pascal stood watching the crowd with his own. “Just rip it off!” a boy next to him yelled.“Quiet, you,” Chris leered at the boy, “These goods need to look undamaged when we’re finished.”After removing her cardigan, Cathie watched haplessly through more and more tears as Chris removed her shirt. His hand circled behind her back and undid her trainer’s bra. He tossed that to the side too.Cathie’s breasts were just beginning to bud. They were sensitive and she shivered as the wind chilled them. Her leg jerked suddenly as she felt Chris run. It got hard again in her mouth. She got up on it and began a slow, steady pumping and I was beginning to feel that tensing in my balls like I was about to spurt. It was going great when the thought hit my mind that Sandi liked to slow fuck like this. DAM my cock wilted again.Beth got off again and began to lick and suck while gently squeezing my nuts and stroking my shaft.IT WOULD NOT GET HARD.In a few minutes she sat up on the side of the bed and cried awhile, between sobs she said she was. “I’m bisexual,” she explained and kissed her again. “The band I told you about, we didn’t just play with instruments together.” Another kiss. “And my tough boss liked me even better when she would invite me over.” Another kiss, this one lasting longer. Karissa let Junie’s tongue slip into her mouth, intensifying the feelings. Hands began caressing her. Her ass. Her hips. Her breasts. Karissa followed the lead. “Let me turn on the jets,” Junie murmured, and once on, managed to find one that.