“Not so long.”“For you, maybe,” Kalum snorted. “Some of us need more regular tending.” “You seem perfectly capable of tending to yoursel...,” I said, watching as Kalum stroked once more.I began stroking my own iron-hard shaft, slowly, quietly, so as not to disturb the water and reveal myself. It occurred to me that Kalum might stop when he realized I could see him openly pleasuring himself in the middle of the room, but he only laughed deep in his chest and waggled the head of his member in my. His cock, erect again, he had climbed on top of my wife. Sinking his manhood into her wetness the two of them fucked for what Peggy described as hours. I'm sure it wasn't that long but she did tell me they had changed positions several times. Sometimes with her on top fucking him. Sometimes in dog fashion, his cock slamming into her depths. Peggy had several orgasms before her friend sent his second load of cum deep into her. He had been on top of her when he came and she said this is when most. She paused to think about it, having decided that if hepressed her any further at this point, it would signal an evil intentand she would refuse. But he said nothing, and in the end, she agreed."No, it's perfectly all right with me," Jocelyn assured her over dinnerthat night. She hugged Sharon to let her know she meant it, even if herwords were still brittle because of her period. "I just hope you're notdoing this because you feel you have to."Sharon explained that, no, she didn't feel like. Because we were "with the band", we got primo parking on the lawn, maybe a hundred feet from the stage. It's a rough life.In an hour or so the music started and the crowd moved in toward the stage. Many were as toasted as we were the night before. And on the mobs of Southern girls, it looked good. These were sensible women who knew enough to dress for the climate. Did I tell you just how steamy hot and humid it is in the Low Country in August? What clothing that was worn was tiny and thin. No.