“Do that some more! Pull my tit, just like that. Your fingers feel so fucking good!” as she pulled Ben’s lips to her own with her free arm wrapp...ed around his neck. Her tongue darted out to caress his lips, demanding access to his inner recesses as their tongues began to tangle and twist together. Her want of his body superceded everything else in the world. Ben finally withdrew from the kiss, replacing it with soft nibbles on her earlobe, down her neck, and across the exposed skin of her chest.. She was very turned on and was seriously considering putting on her own performance, much to her own amazement."We'll stay here." The answer came with a gasp and made Steve look across sharply at Helen.Up to then he had not noticed Helen's hand, but as the reason for Helen's breathing became apparent to him he grinned hugely."Do you want the light on?" He asked her."Not yet, no. Maybe if I get the courage...!" The sudden possibility of real exhibitionism struck Helen quite forcibly. She was so. Soon you would be topless, and my lips would begin travelling all over your manly upper body. I would bury my face in your armpits and smell that lovely musky man odour, licking my way around every inch. Next I would drop to my knees in front of you and my hands would begin touching the front of your pants, feeling the contours beneath. When they found a warm lump slowly growing towards me I would bring my mouth up to it and gently nuzzle it with my teeth through the material. This would make a. I gripped the edge of the table and gasped as my cock was finally freed. I so wanted to stop what Clair was doing to me but I seemed to have lost all willpower. Instead I grunted as she gripped my penis and I surrendered my pride. From the corner of my eye I saw the girl grin in triumph and contempt as her small hand stroked slowly up and down my shaft. I was as much a slave to Clair’s hand as Grace was to Ian.We must have made a bizarre spectacle to anybody who cared to look over at the booth:.