........I`m cumming I`m cumming roared Byron, but before he could release his seed inside me I maneuvered myself off the arm rest and sat back down on...the sofa, pussy nectar dripping onto their new leather lounge.........Byron couldn`t hold on till I could enclose his pulsing cock with my lips and mouth and started to ejaculate............semen pumping onto my Black top (now you know why Brad calls it Monica Lewinsky outfit).......leaving me a little deflated as I wanted to taste his cum BUT. My husband played the milkman, I was to fake that as if by accident I had fallen on the floor by slipping on some unseen oily surface, my dress as usual the massaging attire with top button removed (we decided before that the top button which was torn away to give the milkman better view of my breasts, will remain like that), my body on floor resting myself on my right hand with body placed against the wall, my left breast mostly covered by dress but as if due to accident the right breast has. ” I reply. As I head to the restroom I can’t imagine what is in the bag. When I get in the restroom I open the bag and see that it is a remote control vibrator. Oh this is going to be interesting I think as I remove my pants and panties and struggle for a moment or two figuring this out. I finally get everything situated right and head back out to our table. As I walk out I see Michelle sitting there grinning with something in her hand, that I can only assume is the remote control for the. I was left in no doubt when Leigh was cumming. She gave a high-pitched shriek and paused her stroke when she just had the head of my cock inside her. When she cried again and slid all the way down on me I could feel an escalation of the heat inside her and some definite contractions as her climax was passed between us. After two shaky strokes on my cock she slumped forward, resting her elbows on her knees, breathing heavily and said, “Fuck, that was so much better than going to work. God, you.