... That feels good", she said, referring to Bill's wandering hand. Karen rested her left arm on my thigh, gently rubbing my cock with her elbow. Her legs spread further apart as Bill's hand crept up her thigh and under her skirt. Bill's hand was now slowly moving up one thigh, under her skirt, across her mons, down the other thigh and back again. Her hips began to rise as his hand traversed under her skirt. I was nibbling on her ear and whispering to her about how turned on I was getting and how the men at the other table were all watching. It was dimly lit, but they could tell something was happening ...
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