“God, yes. Are you still hard?”I nodded, my dick throbbing and aching. I glanced at the door. As that pressure built and built at the tip of my co...k, it was harder and harder to be worried about Mrs. Asis. She'd dropped off the drinks. She thought we were studying. She wouldn't come back.I swallowed. “Could you...”“Yep,” my friend moaned. “I'd love to. God, I am so wet. Could you finger me while I did it?”“Yes!”Our hands dove for each other's crotches. My futa-dick was so hard, her thighs so. His cock is hard already from their kisses. She takes his shaft in her hand and wanks it as they stand close together, kissing more. One of his hands is rubbing outside Abbie’s panties against her big clit, feeling it grow. The other is caressing and molding her breasts, pinching her nipples.They fall together on the couch. Tim notices now that Abbie has filled two wine glasses for his welcome, along with the second half of a sub sandwich waiting for him on a plate. Tim looks lovingly in. I reach for his belt and tug. Taking my request, Doug kicks off his trousers and shrugs off his shirt to reveal a well kept body beneath. His prone cock is concealed by his navy Armani briefs and for a minute I am utterly speechless. His body can compete with that of a twenty five year old yet his mature fifty years have done nothing to him but added the shimmer of grey at his temples, though his hair is otherwise dark. I feel a pulse run through my clit and I suddenly want to be as stripped as. She pulled her jeans off her ankles and climbed back on the bed."Do you not need to put any pyjamas on?" I asked with a lump in my throat."No" she said. "I usually sleep naked but I've left these on because you're here" she added.My cock was hurting it was that hard, she must've known what she was doing because she decided to push it further."Are you not going to get ready for bed?" She asked."Ye I will do in a minute." I replied, hoping my hard on will go away.I sat there for 5 minutes, still.