It was long and thick. And that was without a hard on. I said sorry and excused myself, but he said it was ok. I took a bold move, I walked over to hi... and grabbed his cock with my hand and said let me help you. My hand only covered half the length of his dick and my fingers could not completely wrap around his dick. Jeff’s dick looked at least 9” long and as thick as a beer bottle. I wanted him so bad; I wanted his dick in the worst way. I had never cheated before, without the knowledge of my. It was not to be. It wasn’t long, maybe a couple of minutes before the stranger – or was it an old friend? – let out a grunt that signalled he was close to finishing and he pulled out. She felt a warm jet of liquid hit her stomach just below her ribs, leaving a trail behind it down across her belly as the man relieved his need onto her skin.The next man replaced him instantly and she almost laughed, imagining a queue of men out the door waiting to fuck her, but quickly her mind was on other. Betty watched them for a while, seeing her husband's face buried in their daughter's curly brown hair, seeing them glide and snuggle, the robes falling open as their bodies touched and kissed in rhythm. Then she moved to them and tapped Chad on the shoulder."May I cut in?"His face whipped around to stare at her. "Huh? Hey-- well, - now-- Betty. What--"She slid into his arms as Linda moved back. Chad was really snockered, but he could still dance. Betty moved to him and with him as Linda walked. So here they were. In the living room of someone's large west end flat with an odd assortment of people, some older, some younger, several very attractive, and one or two vaguely familiar, the way people are when you recognise them from TV. The spokesman, supposedly a producer called Graham, was one of those. He was a well built guy in maybe his mid forties, with a shorn head, sparky blue eyes and a devilish smile. His shirt was loose, unbuttoned at the bottom and his combats rode on his hips,.