Time flies by and before we know it, the waiter tells us that the dining hall is closing. Steve insists on paying for my meal, I don't argue with him......much and we wish each other a good night. I don't want to stop talking to him, the more I talk to him, the more I want to get to know him. But he says he has to get ready for tomorrow and he'll see me then. Lying in bed, watching a re-run of some old TV show I watched as a kid, I think about how the weekend seems to be unfolding, thankful I. What is it then?It’s their faces. Their moans. Your mirror neurons are overloading with ecstasy. One moment the recruit is deep-throating you. Then the POV switches and you’re behind her, your hips slamming into her ass while ramming your girl-cock into her tight, sopping wet cunt. You’re not whispering sweet nothings, but the dirtiest, awkwardest things that pop in their head. There are cameramen, producers, a director, and more people surrounding them. Their uniforms are costumes and the. After a few more times they started to pick up speed.I was thinking about the tip of the condom I had possibly compromised. I figured I had actually put a tiny hole in it, but was it bigger than that? Why had I thought that was a good idea? Oh, my pussy was throbbing!Oh, of course, I thought: I was ovulating! I always got horny and thinking about making babies at that time of the month. I also remembered that my daughters and I had synchronized our cycles, which meant that Laurel was fertile as. On my way down to this little spot I had passed an oldish man just getting out of his car to take his dog a walk, well as I slowly drove past him he may have got a glimpse of a stocking top? Parked again I got out for a smoke, started the camera and had a little stroll about my car. I could see the old man, and that he had noticed me and was making his way along the edge of a field towards me. I quite like the idea of people eyeing me from a distance. This was a first for me, I would have.