“Sensitive,” purred the cheerleader as she massaged it into my tit, swirling it around, making me shiver.“Of course it’s sensitive!” I moane...d, my heart thudding as the tingles raced through her. “I’m so turned on. I got two naughty cheerleaders playing with my body while my fans watch.“You’re going to win, Denice!”“DENICE!”“DENICE!”The shouts roared for a moment before dying back down. I shuddered, loving the adoration. Futas and girls were dancing around me, staring at me. My supporters. The dinner was actually a great success and Millicent would have to agree that having Trixie there to buffer the terrible innuendo of the incorrigible Dan was a blessing in disguise and she began to acclimate to the changed sexual atmosphere that surrounded a happy group of three rather than the often up-tight and emotional tension in a one on one scenario. In fact, when Dan pushed Trixie’s French undies down to show Millicent the small tattoo on her left buttock, she found it more exciting. They were a very expensive pair of gloves; I thought she’d take better care of them. We searched the entire parking lot, but they aren’t there, so she must have left them here during our movie last night,” replied a woman in a high pitched voice. “I assure you sir, it won’t take long to find them. I remember exactly where we sat. I wanted to sit up close in the front, but my daughter insisted that we sit right in the back row.”I could feel Violet stiffen beside me. Of course, we had to choose. Starting to stroke Matt's cock, I rub the tip and he just sighs in pleasure and leans back. My palm rubs against his penis and it feel sjust amazing. I really, really want to just go and sit on his lap and silently have sex with him, but I know I can't. It would be too easy. I can feel his cock start to pump getting ready to let out a load, but I can't let him. Nor could I stop him, he was getting ready. "Matt- don't." I warn him. "I... can't... stop..." He says and starts to breathe fast..