He has earlier talked with, and agreed to let the judges for tomorrow nights contest play with her and see her up close in order to get a more, shall... we say favorable shot at amateur night. The judges are a cross section of mostly older black east bay business men. They regularly attend amateur night and most will never get to touch or fondle a helpless beautiful and very naked young white girl like my wife Diane. The judges have their own private table as CJ carries her past the bar, . Patting the ground next to her, Helen offered the spare space to Adrian, who accepted with a grin. Almost instinctively, he pulled her to his side, letting her lean her head on his chest, cradling her close, trying to convince himself that friends did this and didn’t kiss, or even fantasise about kissing… Helen meanwhile was too tired to battle the thoughts crossing her mind. In her mind they were still laid where they were, but they were entwined as lovers, kissing, touching and generally. ”I quivered. I never imagined that word in my fantasy. But thinking about my brother calling me slut the way Clint called Melody sent a hot shudder through me. I wiggled my hips, the toilet seat groaning beneath my rump. The fingers of both my hands rubbed my thick labia. I stroked the folds between my thumb and fingers, massaging them.I groaned, imagining Tim shoving down his speedo. His cock thrust out hard, this fleshy shaft that looked so much like Clint's. It bobbed before me. He grasped. She gasps as his lips suck at the soft flesh, her thong riding up between the folds of her womanhood. "Stop it!"Her cries of protest wont be heard through the thick walls designed to drown out noise from dental procedures and even as she protests her body begins to heat and tingle all over. Her cries of protest melt into frantic begging as his lips move from her outer breast slowly inwards towards her nipples, already semi hard. Her body writhing over his as she struggles has him rock hard, he.