They both watched it, and things began to get sexual. I won’t go into what happened, but let’s say, yes, probably everything you’re thinking hap...pened.But after that night, Angie seemed to be in denial, and decided it didn’t really happen. She took the stance that It was all a good dream. She wouldn’t even talk about that night with Marla. Sure, it was classic denial, but Marla didn’t bring it up again. It’s too bad, because I would have loved to have been a part of round two and seen the two of. So I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes. I tried not to think about my rock hard cock, but the surest way to think about sex is to try to not think about it. So, now under the blanket, my hand quickly made it down to my cock and I slowly rubbed it through my pants. My cock was begging to be set free, I was under my blanket now, so who would know. I slowly lowered my zipper, and unbuttoned the fly of my boxers. I wrapped my fist around my hard on and squeezed. I just held it like. By now he had gotten the message and had his hand down my pants, fondling my clit with all he had. The pressure of his finger on my labia was almost too much for me, that I was inches away from cumming myself. Thinking fast I shoved my pelvis down and forward getting him to end up shoving his finger into my cunt as I kissed him to keep us quiet.He took my act as an invitation to start slamming his finger into my cunt at full force and getting me to buck so hard against his hand that I lost. As I watched Bill his hand moved over his lap and I knew then I’d turned him on. Bill was always round our house talking to Terry, they were both the same age, 55, and had known each other all their lives.Walking back in I muttered to myself “Where can it be” and was back in front of the drawer and doing what I’d already done but leaning over more so I was showing my knicker gusset, I was gagging for sex and could feel myself getting very moist. I stood up and looked at Bill, his hand still.