Finally, her orgasm subsided, but Mark was far from finished with her. He continued his assault on my wife's pussy for another thirty minutes. In this...time, she came twice more, the last coinciding with his. I watched and saw their bodies tense up as Mark began to fill her cunt with his sperm. After they stopped, I went back to our guests and made like I didn't notice when they came back. The party broke up at about one thirty, and soon, only Jenny and Mark and me were left.Jenny said she had. So that early evening I was walking to the pub, for ‘early doors’, as we call it. ‘Hey!’ a girl’s voice, or rather a woman’s voice. I stopped. I turned. Three women were on the opposite side of the road and waving to me. ‘Allan Jonsson?’ shouted the brunette, I nodded. They crossed over. ‘Allan, don’t you remember us?’ said the second woman who had really dark hair and a wide smile. The third woman was a mousy brown. They were all about my age, good-looking women but not head-turners. By now. It was so big. Even concealed by the blanket, I could tell it bigger than any of the boys I'd been with. I felt a warm ache spreading between my thighs as my lower lips grew slick."Mmm?" Katie murmured, and when I looked back she gave another inviting glance.I licked my lips, feeling my hand shaking as I slid my fingers across the thin polyester of daddy's pajama bottoms, watching the outline of my hand moving under the blanket as I traced my fingers around the base of his shaft.Katie's hand. He handed her the soap and looked into her eyes.“You know I accidentally saw you naked in the reflection of the mirror when we came home from the hospital and you were changing, so you’re hiding what I’ve already seen. Put your arms down and let me help you wash.”In a trance she put her arms down and he started running the washcloth over her breasts, as her nipples became as hard as pencil erasers. She just sighed and whispered, “Jerry don’t touch me down there.” He ignored her and started.