Had the old man cum yet? Had the young woman pushed her hand down her panties yet? Did any of the burly men have their cocks out? I wanted to know, ba...dly.I could feel butterflies in my stomach and then the tell-tale sign of my arousal slipped from between my lips. As I gyrated sensuously and teased my nipples, a drop of fluid formed on the edge of my pussy and dropped onto the hardwood floor. I had never been so aroused in all my life standing there in front of Emily and a bunch of strangers on. I lifted my hips and told him to take them off. He slid my tap pants down my legs. He kissed my knees and my legs up to my hips. He ran his finger along the scar where Dr Patel had removed extra skin so I wouldn’t have an empty sack hanging down there. Then he turned his attention to my T-girl dick, kissed it and gently wrapped his fingers around it. He looked into my eyes and his expression reassured me.Marcus wet its tip with his tongue and moistened his thumb. He began stroking its underside. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg as I think about it. I don’t care about the photograph of your boring wife you keep in your wallet. Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do the things to you that I can. You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? Well, I’m not attempting to work out the answer to your question. I’m pretending. It was rhetorical, just as I had felt the difference in her pussy she could feel that my cock was harder and throbbing more than usual. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. I admitted that yes I was turned on by the thought of her fucking someone else. As she slid up and down riding my cock we discussed several various scenarios. I could feel her orgasm building and suddenly as the flood of her juices exploded over my cock she grabbed my nipples and squeezed them as hard as I was squeezing.