She marveled at the touch of Paul, and how he kept at his mission way past Jill's orgasm.If Paul had been able to talk he would have been screaming. G...d, Jill was good. Paul could never remember having an orgasm where he lost it and ejaculated-now twice. They were wonderful. He wanted Jill to come too. He massaged her penis with his tongue. He sucked, caressed and deep throated it with total pleasure. Paul had never enjoyed this with his ex-husband. It always seemed demeaning. But this rainy. M. I grabbed the doorknob and nervously nudged it open just an inch or two. What I saw was simultaneously a relief and heart crushing. Stacy was not dead. There was no bloody crime scene. But what I saw felt almost just as bad. Rick lay there on the left side of the bed on his back, the covers pulled up just above his waist. Stacy lay on her side facing him, snuggled up against his torso, her arm draped across his chest. Her head resting on his bicep, as she slept soundly.I was crushed. . My eyes naturally gravitated to his crotch to see if his cock was still sticking out of his boxer shorts through the front pee-slit…….with a grin, I could see that it was. But my eyebrows raised a bit when I noticed that, rather than draped over his thigh like the previous night, he now had a very impressive 10” morning wood on display. It was rock hard and resting on his flat stomach….pointing straight at his chin.I stepped a little closer to get a better look…..my God, it was a beautiful. We’ll have the largest suite, for as long as we want.’ I smiled at him, and pulled him close to me to snuggle into his embrace. He pressed the stop button. I kissed his neck, and used my teeth a little-remembering how he had reacted on the balcony. He moaned as I scraped my teeth across the vein in his throat. -‘Oh, Gods. Yes!’ And I pushed her against the wall, pinned her there with my weight. I heard her whimper, a small kind of noise like she was trying to hide it, did I hurt her? She’s.