Her last murmured words were ‘You’re very good.’ No I wasn’t! Friday 8 May 1970 I rose early while Colette still slept and made my way home. I...felt, rightly, as guilty as hell. Why did I do it? What was i thinking? What should I do now? Well, certainly I would not go near Colette again. I’d be on my guard. If necessary I would give up the bridge night. What I couldn’t understand was why she hit on me, after all she could have her pick of any sentient male on the planet, and she did know I was. I'm guessing they were best friends, but I could not really tell. I couldn't move, since I was in the middle of a huge gushing orgasm, and was fully committed to finishing... I'd never been able to stop once it started, no matter how much my girlfriend implied that I could. So I tilted my head down a bit, and pumped my cock harder, hoping it would make me finish faster.Just the opposite. It made me cum harder, but I was far from being finished. Their eyes watching every streaming shot just made. However I started undressing and with fumbling hands I removed all my clothes, including my vest and under wear. I was so much nervous that I did not get any erection in my penis, which used to get erected merely with the thought of Urmila aunty.After I removed my clothes, she caught my hand and she took me to her bed room. There she made me stand in front of her. She looked at my body and at my cock far very long time, which was now giving little reaction due to her looks. She sat on double. I turned it on, and hit record with it pointed down at my cock. I moved my hips left and right to smack my dick from thigh to thigh for a bit, then started jerking off. It was really hot recording myself stroking and seeing it through the screen that it got me hard again. With the camcorder still recording my dick, I made my way back upstairs to Jennifer's bedroom where the two young teen girls were naked and awaiting my arrival. Going up the stairs my hard dick bounced around and swaying as I.