Seth grabbed some Kleenex and wiped up my messy puss to avoid getting it on the couch.I relaxed, laying naked on the dirty basement couch and thinking...about the way I had planned this to go, which was nothing like the reality. I had envisioned being in my room and a lot more romance leading up to it. A dinner date, maybe a movie, whispering to Seth that I was ready and tonight was the night, and cuddling all night in my empty house while my parents were out on a date or something. Instead, I. Imogen had taken all her clothes back, but I ran around the house, making sure all was clean for when... My girlfriend pushed open the front door, just as I had finished making the bed. Of course, I stopped a few moments, taking in the delicious aroma of Imogen’s cum. I leaped downstairs, in time to watch as my girlfriend put down her bags. I felt a sudden pang of guilt. I was a cheater. Not just to my girlfriend, but to Imogen as well. I only needed one lover, and I knew who it was to be. . My skin – stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for attention... having been left out of most of the warm sliding. She pushs forward enough to hold it firmly against her swollen clit: rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural growl from my throat. " gggggggrrrrrrrr." Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my swollen head looks like now – rubbing back and forth against her hard clit, between her lips, getting wet,. Although I made sure I pushed them as far in as possible, deep into H’s cunt. I marvelled at the sight, as the only remainder was the small black pull string now dangling from my hole-that and the thrill I got every time I bent over or moved too quickly. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to cum. The phone rang and it was him…… here at last. I breathed in deeply as I always do just before seeing him again, nervous anxiety, not sure what reaction I would get from him. I needn’t have been.