I stopped, worried, and sat back, pulling out of her pussy and sitting on my haunches, looking up. Then I saw him, a jogger. My then wife appeared to ...freeze, and didn't move. He proceeded to inform us that there were some guys a little way down with a camera and thought he'd better warn us.It was then I realised that the pussy in front of me was gaping open, fully exposed. Given her wide pussy, it had not closed after I had left and was open, helped by the legs splayed wide. The jogger was. I desperately want her to smooth her palm over my balls, to stroke her fingers up and down my raging shaft. I want to feel 'owned' by her. For her to be able to use me in any way she wishes. My worse fear now is that I will betray myself by shooting my load. How will I explain that?I have never felt so conscious of my cock. It seems as though all my senses are focussed entirely within this protrusion of throbbing flesh. I want to arch my back, to pull back my foreskin, to wank myself furiously,. As they walked out of class, Ashley whispered to Darlene. "This is sowonderful. I can't believe how great this evening has been. I neverthought it could happen and you're the reason that I'm so happy."Darlene smiled and pulled her to a stop and kissed her. "Now, look downat me and take my chin. Look me in the eyes and put your arms around meand pull me close. Look into my eyes and kiss me hard. You've got tochannel all the old romance movies and you've got to be the guy."Howard did as he was. Minutes later, Metallica and Bryan Adams cranked out onto the deck. An hour later, I dropped them both off at the spa and head off to conquer my shopping list. By the time I picked the girls up 3 hours later, they were exfoliated, polished and buffed. And thanks to their afternoon beverages, were feeling no pain. I ordered Thai for dinner, it was delicious and while I was out, I’d found a pastry shop and picked up several cannolis for dessert. Ambers’ favourite. The girls had put a good dent in.