Wet pussies, restaurants, and hammocks

When we go to dinner Adam always gets me to flash my fleshy cunt for the camera. We talk a little dirty before hand, often speculating on who in the restaurant is the most fuckable, I feel my pussy dampen and start demanding my attention. I hitch up my skirt open my legs and let him discretely snap away (often from under the table). Outdoors is consistently arousing too. In our villa in Greece I once masturbated for the a stone mason who had showed quite some interest in our sexual antics and asked if he could watch. He didn’t unzip his cock, but his chinos had a distinct bulge down the inner thigh of one of his legs. I kinda know if a man is welling or not by seeing a bulge. A smaller guys penis usually becomes erect to either side of his underwear (horizontally) or even upwards. A larger mans stiffness presents itself downwards.