I watched intently as her orgasm approached. She stuck her mouth to Ross’, holding his neck as he tugged on her nipples. This went on for at least a...minute. It must have been one powerful orgasm. She stopped kissing Ross and smiled at him, she turned to Harry and gave him a tongue fuelled kiss. The guys said something, all of them smiling as Jean nodded and smiled then placed her hands under breasts and jiggled them once more for her audience. They all arose from the seats as Jean straightened. Understand?" I waited, and she finally gave me a teary, sheepish grin and nodded."And now," I told her, gently pushing her head back down to my chest, "I want you to listen to my heart, and with every beat, you are going to relax more and more."In two minutes, she was asleep.The digital clock read 8:35 when I was awakened from an erotic dream. It wasn't all a dream, I learned, as I looked down and realized that I was having my cocked sucked in a most pleasant manner. I stretched and muttered a. They were obviously enjoying a lay in. I could hear them giggling and laughing from downstairs in the lounge where I was cleaning up.I was getting together the pile of newspapers and other stuff to go down to the recycling point when I came across some papers Angie was throwing out after her meeting last week. I suppose I shouldn’t have read them but I did and now I’m worried that I can’t “un-read” them. Some of it was quite scary stuff. “Consultation on Future Policy Proposals” one of them was. I remembered once the day after a party, very similar to the one of the night before, we had sat online for an hour and a half, swapping stories, and talking about everything under the sun possible to talk about while our friends slept at our houses. It was very cute. And when I looked down, my hand was shaking so hard I could hardly hold the mouse.Why did he always have this effect on me? I immediately put up an away message, and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, all.