I managed to swallow all he gave me; I kept his cock in my mouth until he became soft.As I let his cock slip from my mouth I looked up at George; he h...d his eyes closed and a well satisfied look on his face. I leaned back on the couch and took a long drink of my beer. George opened his eyes and looked at me; he said that he had never experienced anything that good before. He sat next to me and put his hand on my thigh. He then asked if he could suck my cock; it was obvious that he was unsure of. She told me to go downstairs and sit on one of the two chairs we had in the house. I did as I was told, and went downstairs naked. I sat on the wooden chair, cock throbbing.She then told me I was not to speak.My wife then stripped and stood in front of me, my erect cock was twitching and I could feel the base of my cock pulsating on the wooden chair I was sat on.I was hard but the sight of her body, now naked aroused me. She was petite but with lovely tits and hard nipples, not shaved but well. I was still out there, dumb and floating in some post orgasmic stupor, largely incapable of rational thought.With a low laugh, she nudged me with her toe. "Earth to Billy... Earth to Billy."Some small part of my brain knew where I was, but my thinking sludged somewhere between languid and torpid. Usually a linear, left-brain type of guy, I'd simply lost it all and was hanging out in some emotional wallow, playing and re-playing those vivid tapes of our erotic connection, Jean and me. I was. Anyway, I went over to their flat and he - as pre-arranged - buggered off somewhere and I set myself up on the bed. Lisa looked fabulous, in a short yellow skirt, strappy shoes and an orange gypsy top. If possible, she looked hotter than she had the night we'd first met. She told me she wanted to strip and I told her that was fine.When I film, especially if someone is moving, it's difficult to figure out when to take pictures to capture the right moment so I tend to take loads. It doesn't cost.