But she stayed crossed-legged and kept him guessing.During dinner Stella dangled her heels, letting them get to the end of her red toes and then slapp...ing them back. By the coffee stage, his hand was running up and down her legs. Although he wanted to go higher, he kept his hands below the edge of her dress. He so needed to see her sexy little cunt.They moved into the bar for some more drinks, settling on a couple of bar stools. Kieran’s wait was over as Stella uncrossed her legs and slowly. Margaret got up and came back, shortly with two warm, wet washcloths and began to clean me up and also wiped my wifes face, tenderly, to clean off the excess spunk. I was in a state of utter exhaustion, and at the same time, pure bliss. My God! What a night. We all finally fell asleep, entwined in a bundle of arms and legs and tits and cock and slept late the next morning. I woke to the fragrance of fresh coffee and a delicious bakery smell. The ladies were in the kitchen and had made coffee. He looked down in horror as he grew a boner for his best friend. He hadn’t gotten one before for just thinking about it. This was bad, he thought. Harry took in a deep breath, trying to will his erection down. Of course, it didn't work. He chose to just wait and see if it went away. It was there for ten minutes, still throbbing, winning a raging battle against the elasticity of his boxers. He knew what he needed to do."Damien?” Harry whispered. No response came. He tried again “Damien?” Still. I pumped my cock into her pussy as fast as I could, and I reached around and grabbed her tits, which were bouncing back and forth. Her moans increased in volume and pitch, and soon my cock was covered with her cum, gushing from her pussy. I had never fucked a squirter before, and it was everywhere, all over my cock and all over the couch. All her cum was so warm, my cock started to throb even more. She as loud as she could when she got off, which surely got the attention of her whole hall,.