They’d both been far too engaged to notice the slow wetness spreading over them. Between the two of them, there was already plenty of that. Janie ha... been the one to knock the ink over. In the throws of her orgasm, she hadn’t even noticed.By the time they did notice, ink was everywhere. They were both covered in smears, dabs, blotches. Janie had leapt up when she saw, practically dumping Bella on the floor, apologizing profusely as she looked frantically around the room for something to clean. "Jen, are you OK?" "That son of a bitch, Nick. I caught him making out with Jessica. He had her big fat ugly tits out sucking on them. I'm never going to speak to him again." Then she just started crying again. I walked over and hugged her around the shoulder. She lay her head on my shoulder and sobbed and sobbed. Finally she collapsed face down on her bed, pounded her fists and said, "Fuck him. I don't need that bustard." I got up and went back to my room. The next day when we got. It was also humiliating to know that there was no response on his part; his cock was just as limp as it had been for years. The herbs may have worked for his wife, yet on the other hand they may not have worked at all and his wife was seizing the opportunity that maybe she had craved to be actually fucked by a man who she didn't dislike and who at least could get it up.Harry paused, he was anchored up to his balls; he removed his shirt and managed to step out of his trousers before he thrust. When I came up she had her back to me and he was staring intently directly at me and when I lifted my mask and smiled, he did likewise and an unspoken bond was created that instant.I dont think she knew I had witnessed their act, no I suspected we were alone and when they moved away, I moved in and looked for the thin stream of seed.So each day passed where I witnessed underwater sports of full intercourse, fellatio, and masturbation, each day my self education taking me one day closer to the.