I came uncontrollably and it was the best wank I’d ever had, better even than a fuck, I thought. But Musa showed no signs of spunking off so soon. I...fell back exhausted but content to watch the young cock-master take my wife to new heights of sheer ecstasy.Watching her being so well fucked had my cock standing to attention again, but this time I controlled myself, waiting for him to spurt his load inside her. He took so long I nearly came off again. Then his arse was thudding and shuddering. My eyes closed again. +++ The bedside light was on when I woke again. Hazel was still sitting on the bed. Had she been there for hours? Experimentally I moved a leg. It twitched. My muscles were working again. I opened my mouth to speak. My mouth was dry. ‘Drink, please,’ I croaked. Hazel held a cool plastic bottle of water with a sports teat to my mouth. It was great to feel the water soothing inside. I swilled the water around before swallowing. I sucked again. Hazel had moved behind my head. Valerie really was my best friend, and the thought that I’d driven her away by being a pervert really tore me up.The next morning, as I approached the bus stop, and saw she was already there, I slowed down. I was afraid to go up next to her. I was afraid that she’d tell me our friendship was over, and suggest that perverts should stand at least ten feet away from decent girls, or something like that.So I stopped, ten feet away.She looked at me for a minute, and then said, “What’s wrong with. "That's three things and you said it is one thing." Her hand has slid inside my open shirt and she's gliding her palm over my bare chest. "Well, just don't cross that line again," I admonish her with dramatic flair. "You're my s!ster and there are certain lines we just shouldn't cross." "Like wearing your clothes?" she asks, as she slips my shirt off my shoulders. She's completely naked and I have just my shorts on.I tentatively put my hands on her bare back and pull her to me. Now that we're.