Truth is I found their website by accident. I also discovered that a local writer, Shelly, has a blog dedicated to The Conference Room. He chronicles ...some crazy-ass straight, gay, and bisexual public-sex that he claims to have witnessed, sometimes right at the bar, as well as in private conference rooms. He also states that exhibitionists and swingers will often leave their door open for people to either watch or join in. Needless to say this place piqued our interest. As for Tara, Vicki and I. Often gave away their identities to those they’d been associated with, and tormented in some way, women who now resides in the crowd and viewed the demise of those they recognised with curt satisfaction. One such excited woman rubbed at her cunt with sweet anticipation, recognising not only the hooded male as the one once her own, but also the mounted horsewoman who lustily ran him down. The lithe and athletically built woman lassoed him expertly, bringing a wild cheer from the crowd as he was. So I bit my time waiting for him to pop out and I didn’t have to wait long. Just as he was sucking on my nipple his penis went totally soft and popped out of my vagina as it did so the flood I was talking about came as well.As I sat there on his lap I could feel it run out of me and all over his lap and now soft penis. I used all my vaginal mussels to pump out as much as I could onto him and when I couldn’t feel anything else oozing out of me I just sat there for s second then I sat up and. That made me feel a little better. Cometh the day we did the shopping and had lunch. Susan was extra excited and so she dragged me into the bedroom twice during the afternoon to “calm her nerves”. Sex is a great way to ease the tension. We had an early dinner and then got ready. Susan did my make-up and Todd became Nancy in her cat-suit, high heels and wig. Susan did her gothic-style make-up and dressed in her cat-suit and boots. We thought about driving but Susan said we should take a cab. I.