“Finish on me, please! I want it!” John’s breath burst from his lungs as he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself over the prone, plea...ing figure of his wife. April reached to finish herself off until she felt John’s fingers push deep inside her. She moaned, at the very brink of her climax, and let her fingers bite into the skin of her husband’s back. She sent John over the edge and a deep, gravelly groan surged forth with the first rope of his load. April felt it streak across her. I was no monk and over my adult years had needed to get laid as much as the next man. I had never had a live-in girlfriend or to be truthful any proper girlfriend. Since I'd bought this house, almost all of my sexual activity had taken place at the woman's place as most seemed to prefer it that way. The few married ones had always come here for obvious reasons and for equally obvious reasons never stayed the night. To the chagrin of many I'd always baulked at letting any of the single ones. "That's it!" Wendy encourages. "Use your fingers to open your pussy for me. I want to see everything!"Casey has moved round, her chestnut ponytail resting on the head board, falling over the glowing white skin of her shoulders and neck. Her slim legs are held wide open, showing rapidly working fingers, playing her sex with the expertise of a master pianist. Her back arching ever higher, her moans sync with the rich, wet sounds of her invaded kitty."Mmmm, that's hot," Wendy croons, struggling to. However the second time a woman came in, with a bloke, I was at the side of the theater and felt secure enough to stay and watch what happens. There's no doubt she was there for a good time and one by one different blokes came and sat besides her. I wasn't sure what was going on as I was too far away to see but experience now tells me she was wanking them off.One afternoon I went in, uniform on as per normal, and when I got in and my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see a gang of blokes.