Tammy raised her ass higher to also assist. So here I was on my back, a woman's pussy above my face that was getting fucked by a big cock. I watched t...is act from a perspective usually reserved for cameramen on porno films. It was definitely different, but I felt a bit in the way. I asked if I could change my position, and John obliged. He pulled his soaked cock out of Tammy's pussy, and let it throb there above my face. It was one of those moments where I knew what he was hoping for, but was. Once a week, he and Claire would grab dinner, see a movie, make out for a few minutes, and then he’d drop her back to her Mom’s house.It was a Saturday morning when he got a phone call from his girlfriend.“Claire?” he said, confused. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” she said breathlessly. “Can you come meet me?”“Of course. Are you okay?”Claire laughed.“I already said I was, doofus. I’m at the doctor’s office. Dr Hanabi, 221 Bauza St. Can you come meet me here?”“Uh, yeah. Are you...”“I’m fine.. “To be honest, I’m not really sure, but I think that this film will be a nice, careful way to test that without too bad of consequences if we’re wrong about it. It might even let us slip things rather sneakily past any moral filters or scruples that might remain. It’s a horror flick, after all. Even the most pious types tend to let things go for a good scare. Well, most of them, anyway,” Allen mused.“And we might be able to push the Overton window a bit, nudge it, if you will, without anyone. Jazz lays his head on my shoulder, his face nuzzling into the base of my neck. We relish the feel of our bodies still pressed so tightly together, as our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to normal. Finally, he lifts his face to mine, kisses me gently on the nose, and then, grasping the base of the condom, pulls out. Im loath to let him, but I know he has to, or risk the condom slipping off his softening cock. He disposes of the condom and then returns to my side, tucking himself under.