I sat there watching their every move, their every expression. Watching my husband with his cock fully thrusted inside her, I watched as her whole bod... begin to shake and quiver. Suddenly i seen her back begin to arch upwards, a sure sign that it wasn't going to be long. It was only a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds​ before she was going to lose control. Just then, she looked over at me, looking quite nervous, anxious and a bit embarrassed. Then uncontrollably she lets out a large sigh,. Whatever it is, I want it to continue. "Deshawn, I am so happy that you insisted that I come party with you. The sex with my husband is nothing in comparison to what you and I have. My old way was I enjoyed sex, but could do without if necessary. Now, after the fucking you just gave me, I will be here for you anytime you want me. Of course when my husband is back in port, I have to attend to him." Deshawn then said something that made me scared and happy. "Eventually your husband will come. This one is a ruthless Brunette, with hair going down to her butt. She chokes her out, then slap Fyrila awake and throws her to the last Futa, the leader, a Blonde feisty bitch.All three have horsetails as well, they're wrapped tight in a sleeve and lifted upward. They get off by handling Fyrila like this, they circle around her and choke her out repeatedly, then slap her back awake. She not liking this, but it's her duty for tonight. The red-haired Futa eats her asshole out, she's held upward. It's more wonderful than having your penis stroked..." To my shock, she leans down and takes my penis in her hand. It's the first time she's touched me at all. Her hand is beautiful and cool. Her grip is firm in a way, but feminine. She knows I'm near the edge, so she doesn't move much, just some light, still pressure. The shaving has made a difference. My penis feels very bare, as though it's been taken out of protective wrapping. Frieda strokes it tenderly a few times and lets it go. I'm sick.