Jean climbing back into bed. Mr. Rick’s amazing cock was hard again as Ms. Jean got onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. She told me sh... had called my mother and told her I would be staying for dinner and that I would be home later. I sat up in shock that she had called my mom but I was pleasantly surprised as I watched Mr. Rick take his wife’s backside as he slid his cock along Ms. Jean’s asshole. I watched Mr. Rick rub his cock against his wife’s puckered smooth asshole. I. We all looked down through the glass table at where she had hooked her ankles around the legs of her chair. It made her knees open wide enough to push the shirt up to her hips. I had seen her and other girls sit like this at school, so it was nothing she did on purpose to tease me or dad. Quickly, she excused herself before running up toward my room. In less than a minute, she was back in a much looser shirt and a pair of loose shorts. When she hooked her feet back around the chair again, I. I would succeed in getting her an orgasm at times. But no matter how hard she tried, i could simply not get an erection. This upset rite a lot. Since she could not see me reciprocating she also found it hard to come eventually. I felt very bad for her. I would apologize to her quite often, but she said never to do that again and that she loved me a lot. Indeed we loved each other a lot. Days passed by like that. Our sex life was virtually not existent now. Some times when Ritu would feel the. “Yes… oh Juliette, yes…”I feel the release as my load shoots from my pulsating head, covering my hand with creamy spunk. I keep stroking as the waves of bliss subside and my penis slowly deflates. My orgasm is much like hers; brief but satisfying. I’ll bring myself to climax again before the day’s done, and I’ll come much harder. But for now, I’m content. And I don’t want to miss the end of the show. Juliette hasn’t finished yet. I wipe myself with tissues, pull-up my clothing and settle back.