I'm not bad looking, and love the whole process of seduction. I mean, they're such soft, delectable people, women. Those titties, floppy or firm, big ...ippled or small, but soft. That tender flesh just at the cunt lips, whether they shave it or not. That dewy eyed look when they surrender.Christ, I'm rambling. My arm hurts, in spite of the codeine. I don't see any infection, but maybe I lost more blood than I realized. Plus this damn heat. All I'm wearing is shorts, but I'm still chafed in the. She started peeing as it splattered down my face into the john below. I just froze motionless as her piss ran down my chin in the john and when it stopped, she demanded I clean her pussy, which I did. The humiliation was complete as I lapped her pussy. She got up and told me to clean my potty and face and return to the living room as I hurried to get the john down totally in humiliation at the abuse I had just taken.When I returned to the living room and stood in the middle red in the face, Ben. Our hubbies couldn't see us blowing them before, but this was a whole new ballgame.Joe and I kept eye contact, as his member slowly went in and out of my slit. He grabbed onto my upper legs and held me somewhat tight, but of course, he wasn't fucking me hard enough to make the couch rumble.Although, Pete and Sandra did that a bit. We felt the couch move, but not enough for it to come off its legs. All the while though, they both had us breathing rather heavily. I was sure it was traced back to. His hand pinned me to the wall by my throat as his other lifted my top above my breasts. My eyes locked onto the approaching spotlight as wetness mercilessly flicked my sensitive nipples.Someone would see us. The light was almost upon us. I absurdly covered my eyes as if that would keep my naked breasts unseen. I guess fear and arousal dulled reason.At the last second, he pulled us safely out of sight. We were on the move again until we became tangled in something. Strings? Cobwebs? Hard to.