We did it together.† He shot his load into her mouth and I shot mine into her pussy about the same time.† Deb got her fill from both ends.† Jack...must have had a huge load as she tried to swallow it but some was coming from the corners of her mouth as she sucked his cock.† I removed myself and sat on the bed as she tried to suck him dry but some escaped down his shaft.. I watched with amazement that she could swallow so much cum. He must not have had sex for awhile with a load like that she said. ..Then I understood - of course - I knew what was happening -this was exactly what I would do in the mornings if Mike had had a longbad night.Back when I was the dutiful housewife, I always made sure I didn'tdisturb Mike when he slept late, but would always have breakfast readywhen he finally woke up. I would always be up early to put on a prettydress -usually a sun dress in a flowery print - Mike liked those. Withheels of course. I would take my time with my hair and makeup - I wantedto be as. My wife was no whore. She was a fighter, a warrior in female form. She was fearless, her skin as fair as milk, and hair long and straight, flowing behind her like brown silk. She wouldn't want me to kill my brother, and probably half my tribe, by surrendering to the rage. But if my brother called her whore again, I would cleave his head from his shoulders.My brother fled. He always was a coward.I snarled, my hand gripping my ax. I wanted to swing it. I wanted to hew. I wanted my wife back.I. But then I looked at my own cock, rockhard and pink with the day's workout, and... did I want that too? I didn't think so, but that was the deal, according to Lana. Going to bed with her meant going to bed with her husband too, and-- what? Sucking his cock? Letting him fuck me in the ass, for crying out loud? No fucking way. I wanted to get laid by Lana, but I wasn't willing to do all that. No way.But then I thought of Lana, of that voluptuous, overabundant roundness, of those massive white.