He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes again and very slowly began to pull off his gloves one fing...r at a time. As his scarred hands came into view his heart began to beat faster. Not that he hadn’t seen his scarred hands before but tonight he wanted to examine them real close. He wanted to face his ugly, scarred and ‘pinkyless’ hands without hating them, without going into a fit. He turned his hands this way and that and slowly clasped them. She knew he was about to erupt and she decided to let him cum in her mouth (something she has never done for me). He quickly peaked and was soon filling her mouth with his second load of the night. He came a lot and my wife could not accommodate all of it so she let his cock slip out of her mouth as she continued to stroke him while he shot his last two strands on her chin and breasts. My wife was pleased to have made him cum again so quickly and she moved back up the bed and began talking to. ”“Sorry to hear that,” I said to her, still holding her small hand. She was dressed for riding; tight fitting breeches and high boots, a frilly shirt beneath a short jacket and not a sign of stays. Her pale hair was tied back like mine but her queue hung well down her back like a waterfall. Five-three perhaps and, I guessed, eight stone, she was obviously healthy and happy with quite womanly hips and a proud prow for one so young. She looked all of sixteen, but I knew she must be older or she. Jayce opens him wide, splitting him in two as he thrusts into his lover. My panties are now soaked and I can feel myself dripping in heat. Does this make me the bitch in heat now? I am after all, the only female in the room. My nipples twist into hard little pebbles and my body aches to be touched. My breathing is irregular as I watch, transfixed on what is happening before me. I light yet another cigarette, taking a drag from my holder. The smell of my Marlboro, mixed with their heady sex.