“How are you feeling?” she asked.“I’m okay.”“Just okay? How’s the leg?”I gave her a wry smile. “Like I’m lugging around ten pounds...of fiberglass. Why?”“No reason. Maybe I just worry about you.”“Well, you can stop worrying for a few months. I’m probably out of work for three months or so.”“Oooh, I get a househusband!”I laughed. “You bet! I’ll be here when you come home after a hard day of slaving over a hot laptop. A gourmet meal will be waiting, and I’ll be wearing a slinky black cast.”Kelly. They grabbed me one from the other, trying to capture my spurts in their mouths -- some success, but both laughing faces had plentiful white decorations, with a couple on their chests. I didn't bruise their butts with my squeezing, but not by much.When my fall from grace was complete, they sucked and stroked again, milking every drop from my softening shaft.We moved around together, and I watched my ladies on their knees sharing their captured prizes on their tongues with laughing, happy kisses. ”“What do you call your pod?” Adrienne asked.“We have a symbol but we’ve never bothered talking about a name,” Beca said. I noticed Joan was still holding her skirt up to her waist and Beca was petting her butt and all around the tattoo.“Um ... You guys have fun. Watching you petting Joan is getting me hot and I can see from here that Bernie’s got a boner. I’d like it in me,” Leslie said. She shoved her pod mates down to the next room where they started giggling over getting inside. We had to. “Don’t go yet, my husband isn’t finished with me,” she said. Her comment made some pause to watch. Dan slowly pulled out, his cum oozing out of her satisfied pussy. She turned onto her back as he moved between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer to her pussy mound.He smoothed the palm of his hand over her pussy, spreading his oozing cum around. He spread some over her nipples, making them glisten.“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Eating your own cum from her pussy?” One.