Sir whispered at Jahn's ear, “You're a dirty little pink whore, aren't you? MY whore, Jahn. And so is your wife.” He pointed at Gin, still lyin...g helplessly spread-eagled on the floor. Sir reached down and grasped Jahn's cock strongly. “Shall I give you permission to put this in your wife's pussy, Jahn? It looks very wet from here.” Sir roughly shoved Jahn to his knees in front of his wife gaping thighs. Sir's other hand lightly brushed up and down Gin's pussy lips and dragged a thumbnail. After that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion for some reason. Perhaps the shock, the inability to initially react as I stood there, watching that first spurt so gloriously arching upwards into the air. Mandy and Collette still connected together with mom's toy. Somehow I was able to see their faces as they knelt there still fucking, looking towards me. All of us ... watching this magnificent streamer of sperm as it defied gravity for a moment before crashing down to land almost. Now The Boyfriend and i were strolling alone slowly, buck naked, with the wind blowing through our pubes to dry them. If you've never experienced the tingle of a cool breeze slowly blowing away the wetness on your pussy you cannot imagine how erotic it is. When we got back to the car i attacked him like a starving woman. i sucked Him dry in the front seat and He fingered me to orgasm. When we got home we made love for the next four hours, until we were exhausted from love-making and from having. He traced the sharp protrusions of her shoulder blades, counted the knobs and knots of her spine, stroked her thighs as far back as he could to where her legs wound around him. ‘I have no clothes,’ she finally whispered, the choked words muffled against the side of Felix’s neck. ‘I thought they’d come in, and I have no clothes.’ ‘I know, girl.’ He’d had the same fear himself, but they hadn’t come for the girl—or boy, as they thought she was. They’d come for Felix himself. He told Jamie as.