’ We watched that video again, fucked again, and then as we were cooling, thought about what to do…James wanted his Phyllis to be happy but we di...n’t know another man. There was in fact another male available…but I kept quiet about it. You see, wherever we went in those times, even to the drive-in movie, James had his big dog, Jack, along with us. Even when we had sex, Jack was somewhere near. I would look at him when James was fucking me and he just stared at us, the tip of his cock. The furthest he had ever gotten with a girl was when Betty Jane Humboldt had allowed him to feel her up. And he might have gotten even further except that he had creamed in his pants at the first touch of tit, and naughty Betty Jane had been annoyed with him for wasting such a lovely load of spunk.Chris had jerked off that morning.But a subsequent event had brought his admirable young prick springing back to attention. That had taken place when, a short time ago, he had called for the Great. She looked down and then, peeking back up through her short strands of hair she got a stern look on her face and whispered, “Your firmness inspires me.”Her hands immediately went to her beautiful pussy, dipping into her opening and then withdrawing, sparkling in her juices. Moving them up to my mouth, she let me taste them before moving them to her clit. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my nearly erect cock. Sitting down, I began stroking myself as I watched her manipulate her clit, circling. The odd time I fled to my room waiting his arrival that could have been fifteen minutes to two hours thereafter kinda made you stop and think of what you did to piss him off. By the time, he entered my room tapping ever so lightly on my bedroom door to announce himself I had usually figured out what I had done and the consequences I might have to face.“And what do YOU think should happen to YOU for whatever I had done?” He’d asked leaning against the back of my door. “Hmm, maybe I should be.