I had no doubt about my ability to cause him to engorge.When I was finished starting with him he would be distended, not to mention that he would be e...ect, rigid. What a lovely language that provides so many ways to describe male arousal.I wondered what it said about our attitude toward women that the only word I could come up with to describe my state of arousal was lubricated. Where is our vocabulary?It was early enough to fit in another round and get him home before anyone became concerned. ” “So everyone goes home happy.” “Pretty much.” Chuckling, I said, “Except maybe us.” Scotty stared at me. “Do you really believe that?” I considered Scotty's question. After a moment I said, “No I don't. We're here for another reason.” “I'd call it an alternative experience.” “I like that.” Scotty added. “I also think that those of us who want it will get laid when we get home or if not tonight, tomorrow night.” I thought about everything Jeanne and I had discussed and had to agree with. She'd ordered it up, and I'd delivered it.I hated myself for that, I hated her for wanting it. I hated myself for enjoying her degradation so much, knowing that later, while the boat rode at anchor, I'd join them and we'd all take her again.I loved her so much I couldn't deny her final wishes.I watched as Mimi sucked a river of cum from Jenny's ravished cunt, and wished it were me instead drinking other men's cum from my lovely wife.Then the men each took one more turn at her before returning. My parents had divorced several years earlier, being an reasonable child I had come to grips with the fact quickly and dealt with it well. I spent a lot of time comforting him, explaining how it had changed my life for the better and eventually I did get through to him. Kate took it very badly though as Brian (Dad) had run off with some twenty something tart with fake tits and an IQ rivalling that of your average table lamp . I had seen Kate a thousand times, but only now as I got older did I.