I should push him away, should prolong the fight, make him regret whatever it is he ought to regret but I can’t. Not when I’ve been lying around o...n the edge of tears all night. Not when I want sex maybe even more than he does.“You know what I thought as soon as the door shut earlier?” he asks. He’s still trying to kiss me harder, his teeth biting at my lip.“What?”“That I hadn’t finished eating.”“Your loss.”“I know. You didn’t throw it away?”“I can’t remember. Might be in the kitchen. I got. She grabbed the back of his head and thrust her hips forward as a massive orgasm ripped through her shaking body. He pulled out from between her legs but before she had a chance to come down from her sexual high he shoved a couple of fingers back up her soaking wet pussy and began to pound in and out rapidly. Soon a third and then a fourth finger joined in. After a minute he stopped, his fingers still buried inside her, waited a few seconds and then began to pound her again. After another. I took him deep into my throat and he moaned. He looked at me and said " not even my ex wife could do that" which made me proud. I sucked him more then started to play with his balls. I took each one into my hand and rolled it around in my hand. He had nice big balls and I wanted to empty them so bad. I switched between his dick and balls sucking on each a little at a time making him moan more. I could tell he was getting close to coming so I wet a finger and I placed it at his ass hole. I. " Both girls broke up in laughter, and Clara stepped away from Jason to add his clothes to her collection.She moved to my love, draping an arm over her shoulders, and turned the two of them to face Jason, as he sat down beside me. "So, now that you've seen both of us, what do you think?"I quickly said, "Dude, be very careful. You could get killed here, and not by me."Clara shot me a stern look, just as Jason said, "To paraphrase Orwell, you are both perfect examples of femininity, although I.