Our little group was as enthusiastic as the rest of the crowd — happy voices really belting it out. Although Cayuse and I ... well, we mostly just m...med.The orchestra and chorus took a short break and returned with “Amazing Grace”. This one was performed by the chorus only, no singing along.Rebecca squeezed my arm; we both remembered the traveling road show — ‘The Amazing Lazarus’ — that had stunned the crowd back in Little River. The man with no arms and no legs had sung the hymn; and more. His dangerously long cock had made his appearance beneath my thigh, his cock head showing under my balls. His hand once again stretched to touch my cock helmet; feeling the wet pre cum and polishing my fat sensitive knob with it. Now his body was shaking with desire and I wanted to fill him with a little more ecstasy and reached for his cock and balls for a little play; as he also brought his fingers to my cock to feel the super-size length ready to breach his poor ass sphincter as I raised his. Are you willing to agree to all of these terms?"Cindy and I looked at each other, nervously, and then at Bart, who gave me a look of cocky assurance. What the hell, I thought, and said "Sure." Miss?" said the captain, looking at Cindy."As long as it involves an audience," Cindy finally said."Yes it does," he said, "yes it does." He reached behind himself for a folder and opened it to reveal a grainy photo of a familiar face from the news. "Holy shit," I said."That phrase may be more appropriate. She panted as the cool air kissed her hot pussy. “Oh yeah,” he groaned as he squeezed her firm, rounded ass. He then traced a finger down the cleft of her cheeks, brushing the puckered iris of her ass, and pushed two fingers inside her again. “I knew that kitty was wet, Kitty.” “Please. Please fuck me, Lance,” she begged, keeping her voice quiet, mindful of the echoes in the nearly tomb-silent garage. He let out a growling little chuckle, and then the swollen tip of his cock pressed against her.