As she made her way through the crowd, we could see men starting to move towards her. A black thong panty covered her sex, guarding against inadvertent exposure. NO! My first act once in control was to reach under the hem of (my) dress and hook the straps of my panties, crouching to pull them down my legs and step out of them. Rocking back on my heels, I tugged the dress up over my boobs, and stood up. Placing his strong hands on my waist, he lifted me slightly, shifting down in the couch a bit as I pulled his member into the open. Her hand covered her mouth at the thought – and felt drops of cum lingering on her lips and cheek. The package alone was sufficient for my purposes, but what made this subject perfect was the psychology I sensed when I first surfed her mind.
