She tries not to think about it, because she isnt wearing panties, and she doesnt want to get the crotch of her jeans wet. But thinking about her wet ...cunt is much more preferable than listening to the grating country music. She wanders upstairs where the music is less prevalent, and she leans against the balconys rail to overlook the line-dancing below. She senses his presence behind her before she feels him massage her ass. How did you know where Id be? she whispers, half afraid that he might. He sat forward and pulled off his T-shirt, his imposing erection jutting out from his boxer briefs the whole time. Mina kept watching the way it bobbed and swayed. His thick, round dome was wet with ooze, seemingly as wet as her hungering pussy. “It was just this guy I did some work for out west,” she finally said. “He gave me some money. Wanted to just sit and watch me and my friend I had out there. This girl I…my roommate, I guess.” He gave another of those silent, understanding nods. “Come. After twenty minutes or so of silence he heard shuffling next to him and then a voice.“Hope that wasn’t too rough on you in there. Don’t worry though as I can’t imagine you’ll be moving again anytime soon.” Greg heard the lid open. “Wow that stinks, phew. My names Ben by the way. Craig didn’t say your name so I’ll just call you toilet, it suits you. I know you can’t talk to me but I’ve got a way of asking a couple of questions. If the answer is yes wriggle your tongue, do you understand?”Greg. "Brigitte can ride you like this and Rainer can fuck your arse." The prospect of Brigitte with them only heightened Jack's senses, her light tanned body flushed red with arousal rattled through his imagination. Her jutting firm breasts shaking and the look of pleasure written on her elegant fine features followed closely after. Recalling her sweat sheened taut body trembling in orgasm raised Jack's ardour and made his cock flex hard within its confines. Jack pushed back against Fay's.