He continued his assault on my wife's pussy for another thirty minutes. In this time, she came twice more, the last coinciding with his. I watched and... saw their bodies tense up as Mark began to fill her cunt with his sperm. After they stopped, I went back to our guests and made like I didn't notice when they came back. The party broke up at about one thirty, and soon, only Karen and Mark and me were left.Karen said she had to tell me something that wouldn't be easy for her to do. I played. He'd practicallylived on the toilet. Four or five times an hour he'd have to evacuatehis stomach; about then he was never really sure which end it'd come outof. The strange thing was that Clayton hadn't eatten anything at all innearly four days, so he wondered where it was all coming from. Hisbiggest concern though was that he might not be able to keep his pillsdown. Above anything he couldn't hurl them.Day Eighteen:"Shit," Clayton muttered, as he stumbled towards the toilet. His. We have a couple of drinks, but the formal atmosphere is disintegratingrapidly. One after the other, Marla, Janice and Stephanie all change intotheir day clothes which they wore on their way to Joanne's house.Stephanie and Marla are in jeans and sweaters while Janice is wearing atartan skirt and a black blouse. Even Joanne, with her penchant for formalattires, is now wearing white slacks and a pink silk blouse. In thisstarkcontrast, my party dress makes me stand out unequivocally as the. A scream of pure delight exploded from my lips, but she, thankfully, clamped a hand over my mouth and only grunts escaped my nose. I writhed and shook in pure delirious passion while her fingers pistoned in and out with squelching sounds. I shook and trembled for what felt like hours, until I slumped bonelessly against her chest. She giggled in my ear, and when she extricated her dripping fingers and held them to my lips, it was the most natural thing in the world. I licked and sucked my juices.