" was all she said, calmly holdinghis penis away from his sack.... "You've let your big balls get way toofull..." she said softly and hefted his balls...as if measuring their weight.He groaned with embarrassment - the drug in his drink kept him docile whilemounting his arousal. "We cannot expect your penis to behave if he's notejaculated at least once a day..." she observed, squeezing it gently justbeneath its head. He saw Aunt Vicky remove a device from her nearby table- it looked like some sort. “What’s the point of fucking if you don’t cum?” he said.Sarah pushed him away and knelt down to retrieve her panties. She pulled them on awkwardly and then shoved her pantyhose into her bag.“You really are a moron, aren’t you,” she said acidly, “You didn’t have to cum inside me! You could’ve shot on my stomach or on my desk. Why did you have to do it inside?”John smirked and pushed his hair back across his head. Then he looked her in the eye and winked.“It’s what I do,” he said.Before she could. She was still wearing her shoes, which was probably the reason that son-of-a-bitch Todd couldn’t finish what he was doing. He pulled off both her shoes, letting them fall to the floor, as Jessica shifted and he lost the grip on her leg. “What were you and Todd planning to do?” “Get my pantsh off,” Jessica slurred in a sleepy voice. Ron’s eyes had adjusted to the low candle light and could tell her eyes were still closed. “I wanted shex wiff Todd. He didn’t want to ‘cause you’re home.” “So. Her name was Beckie and she travelled 100 miles to be with us!When she turned up she looked every bit the horny cow I'd seen on the photos and webcam but in real life all I wanted to do was take her straight upstairs and fuck her silly, but my wife wanted us all to chat for a while and "get to know each other" so we spent the first hour talking, but my wife could see the bulge in my pants and told Beckie that we had better go upstairs.Once their Beckie checked with my wife that she was still.