“I can’t, Damon. Someone might see.” Jessica whispered back, giggling as Damon inched his hand higher beneath her miniskirt.“That’s the whol... point. Come on. Do it for me.” Damon leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. The woman glanced at Rick but his eyes were glued on the words in front of him as if he had not even seen them.“There is a man right there.” She said under her breath.“For me.” Damon repeated seeming to know her resistance was fading. Rick lifted his eyes, watching her catch. I pointed his head at my mouth and yawned my mouth the best I could. It really was like trying to put a tennis ball in your mouth. The head slipped past my lips and stopped as it met my back teeth. It was too big to get in my throat. I sucked the head and licked it all over but I couldn’t deep throat him. I wondered what this man’s cock would do to my cunt.The second man had been patient through this whole experience and now it was time to give him his turn. Although his cock was no-where near. He slowed to a stop as her hips stopped their involuntary bucking. She massaged his head with her little fingers and giggled as she complimented him. "Oh Daddy, no one has ever made me cum so hard. God, please fuck me now! I need to have it inside me... please, please, please..."Sean saw how much she needed him. And truth be told, he needed her too. As much as he enjoyed pleasuring her, his oral efforts had gotten his cock to a state of incredible arousal. There was no way that he could. He wore what looked like his best casual outfit: dark blazer and pressed grey slacks, white shirt, no tie. He shook my hand firmly but with no air of presumption or forwardness: a manifestation of the courtesy that Teresa said was typical of the Helping Hands generation. When, though, I lowered my gaze and looked closely, I thought I could detect a telltale bulge. Maybe my imagination, or maybe John's quiet manner concealed a need as pronounced as my own.Teresa, ever the gracious hostess, dealt.