The thoughts of Harry came into her mind as if she was fucking him, and then the imaginary vision of Jayne, fingering her to a wild extended climax. S...on Jack released, sending his seed over his belly and chest as he withdrew. The proverbial coitus interuptus. Neither of them cared how much noise they had made, as it was their business, and neither of them really cared if anyone else heard them. The following morning Helen and Jack rose from their contented sleep. It was another warm sunny day. The opening was flanked by two pillars of cracked marble that would have put even the tallest tree to shame. More walls rose up to either side to create a passageway with a stone floor that was maybe a hundred feet deep, with a large, iron portcullis at either end. The exterior gate was raised, while the interior was still lowered, what lay beyond it too shadowy to make out. There was a roof over the whole thing, bright shafts of light bleeding through openings in the ceiling to create golden. Just look at me.” “I am; you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a bra.” “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, looking down at my chest. My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through and I might as well not have been wearing it for all the good it was doing. My breasts and the darker circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt wasn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although. I’m swallowing his cock as best I can, he’s fucking my mouth with long gentle strokes and I’m pulling his buttocks towards me as I swallow. And there it is. I hear him grunt. I feel his balls tighten and his cock is jerking. I don’t know whether it’s the feeling inside my throat or that of his wife pressed hard to my pussy and moaning like she’s on heat.He’s disappointed, I can tell. He’s telling himself to hold back but I feel his first spurt shoot to the back of my throat. The rest is.