She kept on riding him even though he was ejaculating. She wanted her own orgasm too; she got it within a few seconds of his. Now, both of them were f...eding off each other's orgasms.She climbed off him and lay next to him recovering. The penis in the condom went soft, so she had to hold it in place. His penis was still her responsibility.Once suitably recovered, she guided him to the bathroom. She removed the soiled condom for him. On his instructions, the fluids were drained into the sink. The. I kinda just held her as we lay across the couch. We watched a movie and kinda drifted off.I woke up in the same way with her. She was snug against me half awake too. It was about 1030 when I woke up, so I went to the kitchen, got some OJ, and put a glass for her on the coffee table. I went looking for John and the girls. He was asleep by himself. I think the girls were tired of him. The house was empty, just us 5. What should I do for the time until they’re awake? I thought. I went out to the. We smiled as we made our way into the room carrying the trays. Weheaded in different directions around the table. I took small steps andoffered a cup to each man sited at the table. The men took their tea,and we exited the room to let them get down to business with ourdistracting presence around.I smiled when I thought to being served like that. I was so turned onby their deferential actions, and I was finally getting the chance todo it myself. I was elated for the rest of the workday.After. He’d laugh his non-existent socks off about being King Tricky Ricky on the odd nights that he got melancholy and tipsy. He couldn’t remember who had stuck him with his joke name of Tricky Dicky.He did vaguely remember that it was when he was young and stupid, and while he was at his grandmother’s court. He’d tried to screw every member of the gentry that was willing, while he was there. He’d been a bit of jokester too, so it wasn’t surprising the name stuck.Truth be told, in the low land.