Pam could not describe the feeling as jets of hot spunk poured into her body and combined with the sound of Jane’s climax pushed her over the top in...to her own.It was several minutes before Colin pulled his softening cock from Pam's gripping cunt and helped her off her husband’s cock still trapped in her tight arsehole.Jane, for her part, had collapsed on the floor beside the sweating group and was absent-mindedly toying with her sopping wet slit.Colin was the first to speak. “I think we could. As he lifted his hips off the bench, I stopped suddenly and sat back. Spreading my legs, I started to touch myself, using one hand to spread my pussy lips while I fingered myself with the other. He was watching closely, his eyes switching between my busy hands and my face. I pushed two fingers inside me and heard him utter "Fuck" under his breath. His hand moved to stroke himself, unable to resist any longer. Watching him pull on his dick was incredibly hot and my fingers started rubbing myself. That was good, because he was clueless about what to do next. And even if he’d have known that, he thought ... he wouldn’t know when to take the next sexual step.Not that those things were all they ever did. Not at all. In fact, those tantalizing, excruciatingly pleasant moments of passion were rare. They spent three evenings a week together now, doing homework together, putting picture puzzles together or some other activity. She helped him, for example, with various science experiments he. "Have the papers drawn up and I'll sign them," she told him. Davey was twelve. All that happened before I entered the picture.About the time Davey turned thirteen I met Paul at a party at the home of a mutual friend. I'd been through one disastrous marriage myself, so we had that in common. At first we just spent time bitching about our exes. We found ourselves having a surprisingly private conversation in the middle of the loud babble of the party.He called me the next week and we went out..