Sharon rolled away from her mother to give her space. She didn’t mind. She had been well taken care of by John already. Sharon loved holding her mot...er while she watched her masturbate.After a couple of minutes of masturbating, Paula told Sharon what she wanted her to do, “Touch my breasts just like John touches you. Yes, that’s it, Honey, play with my nipples. That’s it, don’t stop. I’m almost there.”Sharon was delighted to follow her instructions. Then Paula’s tone changed. Sharon could hear. I smiled at Holly and she smiled back. I placed my hand on her face and kissed her. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Can I try that on you?” I asked like an inquisitive beginner. Holly, nodded and laid on her back. I moved on top and started by kissing her breasts as she did mine.Holly squealed when I took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it like a greedy child as I massaged her other breast. Then I switched. After several moments, I moved down her body. I tried to mimic her. .. cool on my hot skin. God, to be able to grasp that cock of yours now, feel the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness of it, mmmm, yes, to be able to touch, taste, feel.My fingers are dancing on my clit in the all too familiar way that takes me to the edge. I raise my left leg and reaching underneath I push two fingers inside of my hot, wet pussy. Slowly sliding, moving almost unbearably slowly I start that climb. Clit hard, erect, straining for contact with my fingers. Pussy. I love the way he kisses me. I respond immediately. And when he puts his hand in my hair and tugs its and holds me in place I turn into liquid sex. I wanted to touch him so badly and figured if he objected he'd tell me. So my hands roamed a bit over his arms back and chest.The pub was quite busy. The entrance behind us. People coming and going. A couple sat in front and above us. Another to our side but some distance away. The bar felt intimate . With painting of half clothed people on the.