night of drinks It was a little after twelve when we entered Tanganyika which, at that time, was beginning to fill up. T

night of drinks It was a little after twelve when we entered Tanganyika which, at that time, was beginning to fill up. The heat it was there It was very pleasant in contrast to the cold of the street but we immediately We take off our warm clothes to avoid getting overwhelmed. Since it wasn't very full yet We find a hole in one of the small bars that are scattered around the local, very useful for placing clothes, drinks, supporting yourself,... and for some one more thing I went over to get a couple of cigars and we started drinking, chatting and dancing while people came in and the atmosphere took hold. On the other side of our bar a very boisterous group gathered. He was rambling as if they had never gone out for drinks. we rubbed when dancing and I caressed my Tigress over my clothes. By the way, he had a very decent skirt and blouse, nothing particularly flashy, colorful soft, quite "posh" but with an enormous virtue: its fine fabric stuck to it to the body and did not represent any obstacle for my hands, it was also easy to climb the skirt and open space for my explorations. It didn't take long for the rowdy group to leave and we were able to catch a stool on which she sat, spreading her legs towards me. Of course I understood the message and, without stopping dancing, I put my left hand under his skirt and I began to caress her "deeply." She was wearing a thong that I like a lot and that it is nothing more than a small leather belt with a couple of threads which, logically, do not cover anything and open all their paths to me. While I caressed her clit and put my fingers in her hot pussy we kissed and moved to the beat of the music, and she, unbuttoning part of my fly, he put his hand in my pants and I was fingering my cock that had gotten very, very hard. We enjoyed the sensation of caressing ourselves surrounded by people, with the morbid feeling that someone noticed, looking to see if anyone was looking at us longer than normal or made some comment about us with the person next to us... my hand right hand, who was caressing her ass over her skirt, found herself trapped by her ass of a chubby girl who, releasing pheromones in spurts, kept squeezing against us while her friend, a busty woman with a spectacular cleavage, danced practically swinging them in my face. On the other side of the bar a young and very good looking guy I couldn't stop looking at my wife, without losing any detail of the excited and feverishness of his face. When removing my hand from their erotic-festive zones I gave him the chance to suck my fingers so he could taste himself, the poor guy almost lost it. He chokes with the cup he drank. Between laughs I kissed her deeply and wetly, I licked her her ears, I sucked her neck and put my fingers deeper in her pussy than before starting a continuous movement following the music. While the lights played with our bodies drawing colors on them and the smoke charged the atmosphere, I kissed their mouth with a taste of pussy while my fingers carried the taste of his mouth deeper and deeper into she. In this way, dancing to the music, I was masturbating her while the chubby girl pressed her ass against my other hand, the busty one rubbed on her back, the blonde looked at her with his mouth open, the guy who I went with him, he burned his fingers with the cigarette that he had forgotten he smoked, a waitress spent more time, much longer than usual, collecting the glasses empty from our bar, ... while all that was happening my Tigress accompanied my hand with the movement of her body and she came in an endless orgasm that Ricky Martín's voice could barely be silenced and he left the stool puddled and burning. Since things were going to be more complicated for me, we decided leave quickly because if we didn't do it like this I was going to fuck her right there in front of everyone and that could be a little "dangerous". We head to the street, careful not to touch anyone with the very hard package that barely contained my pants Even more so when she, to provoke me, lifted her skirt at the climb the stairs showing me what would soon eat me. Thank goodness he car was close! While she was driving, I had drunk less, I caressed myself his cock already freed from his pants and he was looking for somewhere in the we have to stop. But the streets were too busy so we arrived to our house and, as soon as we got out of the car, in the garage, I started to put his hand on her by unbuttoning her blouse to pinch her nipples and lifting her I laid the skirt on the hood of the car. There, on the hot metal motor and wet from the dew, I fucked her with the accumulated desire of the whole night. Without finishing taking off our clothes, just the blouse open to eat her nipples and skirt half raised, with the cock freed from the fly, less Too bad they were buttons and not a zipper! I started going in and out of her. It was like immerse myself in a burning ocean, it poured out in spurts, soaking the skirt, the car, my pants, ... he screamed with pleasure when he came again and I dragged her along, I let myself go and I came too between spasms uncontrolled. We almost ended up falling to the ground laughing and kisses that mixed his rum and my gin. We take off our clothes and, leaving them in the first place we find It happened to us, we went up naked in an attempt to leave the smell of tobacco behind. We seek the bed with avidity and lust... although now only to sleep. There was to regain strength. Tomorrow will be another day.