Jess leaned over and whispered into Paul’s ear. Paul’s eyes widened, glanced at me, then glanced back to her. He smiled and nodded. Jess would tel... me later that she had invited him back for a future “play-date” so she could have another round with that: “magnificent specimen” were her exact words. Size doesn’t matter, right ladies? Pfft. So typical.Andre looked around for a basket or something to throw his cum soiled wipe in. There wasn’t anything. But not to worry.“Aaron,” Amelia said, seeing. I wanted him to stare. Hell, I wanted him to help, but I wasn't going to let him.My eyes might not have strayed very far, but my fingers certainly had. While one hand caressed and fondled my breasts, the other had found its way between my legs, between my thighs, between the spread, puffy, slippery lips of my normally shy cunt.An electric jolt surged through me. It may have had been the urgent touch of finger to clit, or it may have been the sight of him unzipping his trousers. Did I care? Hell. June had taken to making comments like, ‘how are my men doing today?’ or ‘what would my men like for dinner?’ Even Peter, Bob and June’s son, had taken to calling John uncle John and John had started helping Peter with his homework or taking him to school. Not to mention getting involved in going to Peter’s soccer games. He’d even acted as coach a couple of times when the regular soccer had been sick. It was other more subtle things since New Years that an outsider might not have noticed that. To me is awkward that these women are taking cum just to spit it out with disgust! If you don't like it, don't do it! If I see a disgusted face and a spit It's a terrible turn off. All those much shut. Lips sealed and face that turn away. Looks like a torture rather than an arousing sex act.Something better comes from professional porn stars, but not that much anyway.I still remember when me and my wife (she was still my girlfriend at that time) decided to try the cumshot experience. We was in.