After a moment, he slipped from her clasping pussy, thick white sperm gushing out of her behind it. I lay awake in the guest room and listened to them...fuck for hours, before falling to sleep – thinking, another day to go. I woke up early and found Anne already making coffee in the kitchen. She wore one on my t-shirts and little else. Sleepy-eyed with a rubbed-red mouth, she looked well-fucked. I’d fallen asleep well after midnight with the sound of their moans, grunts and wet slapping flesh. He gave her his full attention, shrugging slightly."I have never claimed to be subtle. What do you suspect?" You marry me. Ewa gives birth to your heirs. I live my life without a real husband." Close enough." I don't like it." Then I won't do it." He raised an eyebrow at her surprised reaction. "What? You think I'm the type to force you?" You're the King." Which has nothing to do with what I'm willing to do with that power, if it is power." His gaze returned to the empty doorway. "I don't want. "Not even..." She trailed off, thinking about the fragmented sex toy in her purse."What?" Remember that gag gift I told you about?" she said, hoping Cindy would get it.Her friend's eyes widened."Yes." He cut it into four pieces. They're in my purse." Oh ... my ... God," gasped Cindy."What?" asked Danny."Nothing," said his wife. She got up and, for some reason, handed the phone to Danny. She shoved Claire toward the bedrooms and then looked chagrined. "Sorry," she said. Then she grasped Claire's. I pull down the zip and undo his button deftly. I can see the bulge in his boxers, an irresistible sight. I slowly massage his cock through his boxers, teasing him just for a little bit. His expression is one of truly deep longing and I myself can’t wait any longer. I pull the waistband of his boxers down and his manhood springs out. There it is: eight inches of glorious masculinity, throbbing as I hold it my hands, his bulbous head visibly pulsating. I wrap my hand around it firmly, grasping.