I leaned both of us forward a bit more and cupped my hands onto her breasts above her top.“Mmm your nipples feel so hard,” I said.Julia laughed. �...�Uh, duh!” She laughed some more.“Ok, feel this,” I said. I stopped our humps and secured my hands onto the inside of each of her thighs, each hand grabbing her soft flesh. I squeezed and lifted her thighs just a bit and centered the spot where her pussy was, from behind, right onto the high point of my bulge. I slowly yet firmly pressed the tip of my. “ I didn’t notice that.” “It’s challenging to get a good look at him when his hands are on it,” I explained, “and, as you know, his hands are always on it. It’s smaller than mine, though,” I added and Dyl pretended to make a frowny face even though that wasn’t news to him, either. “He’s right in between us.” “That’s right where he wants to be,” Dylan chuckled. Scott was red-faced and panting, his eyes glued to his pecker in my hand. “Isn’t that right?” Dylan repeated. “You want your cock to be. She looked in awe over the other woman's body. Ellen's legs were long and firm, muscular from exercise but so completely feminine. Her breasts were small (like she had said so many times) but perfectly fitting to her narrow. Sarah unzipped Ellen’s skirt and slipped it down over Ellen’s legs. Her dark pubic thatch was visible through Ellen’s panties, neatly trimmed and Sarah resisted the urge to dive immediately to it.Instead she moved to straddle Ellen. She dipped her head and brushed her lips. Back inside I joined her at her table and we danced every dance until last call. I offered her a ride home and she accepted. I walked her to her door and she gave my hand a squeeze and thanked me for a nice evening. I asked her if I could see her again and she said she would like that. Now, the whole time I was with her my dick stayed rock hard, but the moment the door closed and I could no longer see her, it wilted. I thought about her often over the next two days, trying to figure out what it.