He let his towel drop from around his waist, his erection popping forwards with its newly acquired freedom. He sat back in his computer chair, his eye...s never leaving the sight in front of him. His hand immediately began stroking his rock hard cock. We sat there, both of us breathing heavily and pleasuring ourselves while we watched each other. I smiled at him. “This is what I do after we fool around each time. I figured you should see what sucking your cock does to me,” I explained to him. . Apologizing in French, he quickly picked it back up and placed it on a hanger. Steve gritted his teeth and looked around at the crowd. He expected stares and disparaging comments directed toward him all evening long. He stood there in a animal print loincloth that barely covered the essentials, waiting for the laughter. That’s when he realized that people weren’t looking at him. They were staring at Gwen. He turned to face her and was stunned. He knew what her costume was but had not seen her. Gin spent most of the time sketching various things, including her favorite, the trees at sunset and reflections on the water. Aren played around, splashed water on Gin to tick her off, stole a bunch of kisses, and wrote. He was an artist, but he was also a writer. He liked poetry and nature inspired him. So did Gin. She was his muse. Sex was her muse. It entertained him greatly. One thing he could say for certain, was she had plenty of opportunity for inspiration. It was getting dark. Gin was. Once in a while I would lick her thighs for variety, and she would giggle with the tickling sensation. Then back to sucking her dry. Finally, I knew she couldn't take anymore. I stopped, moved up and shared her pussy juices from my lips to hers.It was at this point, after an hour of lovemaking, that Madison's mother, Beverly, walked in and almost passed out on the floor. But she didn't. The first thing she did was call my wife. I could hear her on the phone screaming for Natalie to come over. I.