Having taken in the whole scene by now, Carol looked back at Dave, straight into his eyes, then back to his fist around his cock. I feared our contest was at an end. Desi porn video Safety in numbers, perhaps. She said nothing, just looked, her eyes darting from one face to another, then down to the one or two cocks that were plainly visible, one to another. Then after what seemed like several minutes, but which must have added up to less than one, Carol did nothing that any single one of us expected that day, there in that coach on the northbound carriageway of the M1 motorway. His big fist closed around the engorgement and he began to squeeze his cock slowly on the outside of his tracksuit pants.
