A few days later, while they were kissing on her sofa, Don unzipped his jeans and guided her hand to his penis. Together they pulled it out of his pan...s, her hand wrapped around it. "Maggie,” he muttered, “I need...some...ah...relief. I'm afraid I'll want to do something bad if...ah...you don't help me."She wasn’t sure how to help him, but it was not difficult to learn. A few strokes of her hand and he breathed hard and sighed loudly and his penis jerked wildly and hot sperm surged out of him. If I had to choose, I would make her cum over and over again, even if it meant I couldn’t, it was that erotic. I rode her, keeping my tongue pressed firmly against her clit, but trying not to massage it, merely to keep its warmth pressed against her as she started thrashing about in the throes of what seemed to be a massive orgasm.Finally, she pushed me away. “Too much! Too much! Stop, please, stop”I could hear again as she released my head from the vice hold of her legs.She had dropped back. My ladies all kept to juices, as did Esther and Marie. Yvette had a couple glasses of wine, but had switched to water later in the game and was still relatively sober. Of course the children had long since grown bored of their games, and had actually spent some time watching us play, with Marie and Esther happily hosting their children in their laps.Because of how long the game had lasted, Yvette suggested that it was time to head out after we finished. Everyone agreed that it had been great. "Sandra was surprised Dafne seemed to care about volleyball after only asingle practice, but was glad for the reminder of the other plan she hadin motion, but still felt rather disappointed at the cold water thrownon her libido in that moment. "Oh right." Speaking of which? How are you going to stay on the team with a dick?Won't it affect your play?"Sandra brightened at this because as ditzy as she had been in this lastminute stunt since she'd heard a tired Dafne admit she was a chaotic bi,she.