"Bill didn't say a word, but he quietly ratcheted his recliner up a couple of notches so he didn't miss anything."Donna, I'm hurt! I'm shocked!" I rep...ied in a pained voice. "Have I ever been anything but a gentleman around you, no matter how much or how little you may have been wearing or exposing?" I sat up on the end of my recliner and took another sip of wine. "Besides, there is no logical reason for you NOT to take your top off."Now it was Donna's turn to sit up on her recliner. Saying. " Would you like to see it?"I wasn't sure what to say, did I want to? I sipped the bottle ofDickie's Milk in front of me as I thought about it. Why would I everwant to see someone else's cock? Yet why couldn't I resist the idea of agorgeous woman like Camille with a throbbing erection sprouting from hercrotch?After I couldn't bring myself to respond Camille reached out and wrappedher hand around the bottle that I had set down on the table. She strokedher dainty, feminine, manicured fingers. I came to a conclusion. "We have an hour at most until they arrive," I told the Contessa. She nodded, wide-eyed. By this time Bernhardt was holding both arms of the cross and thrusting rhythmically in and out of Selina's open mouth. She obviously had good control of her gag reflex. Finally, I could sense him stiffen. He slowly withdrew completely and then finished himself by hand all over Selina's almost beatific smiling face. She wore her dripping seminal mask with pride. She looked like. This was followed by a flapping sound and some grunts then the sound of something splattering on the side of the tent. I pulled straight out of Tony, hastily wrapped a towel round me and dived through the tent door. Tony was only just behind me and as we emerged we found the lad from the office leaning against my car, which was parked close by my tent, wanking a very respectable 7.5 inch boner which was still spewing cum onto the side of my tent. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed.