I saw that all in the one brief look she allowed me before I lowered my eyes and moved to the side.What else could I do? There were a dozen men crowde... around us and the man who held my wife’s hand was enormous. He stood at least six foot three and easily towered over my five foot six frame. He had broad shoulders and rippling muscles that were made obvious by his too tight shirt. He had a full face of scruff that made my clean shaven face seem almost wimpy in comparison. He had the look of a. Aaaah." We lay there, glistening, our breath almost panting, our chests heaving. As she looks at me, I smile. My dark sultry eyes dancing with ecstasy. Heather knows this will end, she is not ready. She loves the sheer thought of me.As I pull out of her my cock is still hard. Heather looks at me and smiles while she asks me to please hurry. I look around the room and seeing a chair I want to continue this in, I sit in the chair thenpull her towards me, pulling her down on my lap, her legs. OK... You too, baby!” I shook the phone off in an attempt to get some of the cum off before hanging up. “Ugh, sorry about that,” I sighed, and tossed the phone onto the beach bag. I looked up at Jamie; he was a wreck, still holding onto the branch, panting like the police were chasing him.“Are you OK, baby?” I smiled and reached up to run my hand along the length of his hip. “Candi,” is all he could say. Remnants of the sunset cast orange shadows all across his pounding chest. A soft breeze. That final moment of power and glory would the true climax of his young life. If all went well his last seconds of existence on this earth would be a psychological and physical sexual delirium and crescendo of ultimate pleasure.He was young enough that he’d soon recover were he to orgasm again now, to feel that rush, but it was considered bad form for him to reach a climax after daybreak and before the critical moment of the ceremony. After a day of rest the young priestess come dusk had begun.