.. Stace, why don't you get some out for you and Amy." Oh mmmphhh..." I took him into my mouth, sucking his cock slowly, working my mouth up and down ...hile he watched me."Mmmm ... Okay, yeah." Stacy laughed nervously, like she really hoped Gary knew what he was doing."Oh, fuck ... You suck just like your mom does, you know that?" He stroked my hair. "You're even prettier than she was though." Ummph..." I washed his cockhead with my tongue.Stacy knelt on the floor, opening a ceramic box, like a. ..basically, we just made small talk.She then told me that she had just gotten home from work and I thought that was a clue for me to leave but instead, she asked if I minded if she went and changed out of her work clothes real quick. Hell, her work clothes looked just fine to me since she had on a killer dress that showed of her cleavage and legs really good. She got up and went up the stairs to her bedroom while I sat there waiting on her. When she came back down about 5 minutes later, she. Suddenly he lurched forward and I heard him snarl into her ear: “Look at him, Pam … look at what he’s doing while we fuck…” Her eyes flew open and fixed on my crotch, where I was stroking my dripping cock, which had somehow freed itself from my slacks. My humiliation was intense, but this was all so com- pletely psychotic that nothing was going to slow my hand on my cock. Nothing. I was *that* close to cumming and when I heard her gasp, “Danny how? How could. ” Mind made up now. “So, yeah - this guy. I want to know what the girls at the tennis club are talking about.”Argument over, Elaine winning even if hubby doesn’t see it yet.“You’re telling he’s packing some kind of Frankenstein’s cock down there? Jesus, Elaine - if you want a fucking stud, I’ll buy you a stud. But this fucking guy?”Marcus bristled. Gave the guy the look, until he backed down; then gave the guy, the grin. Slow; lazy. Let him see the fangs. Let him see that monsters really do.