We had had some sex before I showered and you now sat in the kitchen waiting to take your shower, with some cum leaking out into your panties. You lov...d the gooey mess from our lovemaking, it reminded you of our passionate love making moments before.Your friend if you had sex with me every single day? You smiled and said most of the time, and sometimes multiple times. Your friend started to cry and said she had never experienced that in her marriage. It was more of him crawling on top of her in. To my surprise it was my husband checking on me! he was checking if I OK and that I was safe. I felt butterflies in my stomach as my husband was so concerned but also wetness in my pussy because ‘builder guy’ was playing with me. My voice trembled with pleasure as I struggled to get words out, “yes” I replied after a slight delay. He asked again “are you sure”, my voice still shaky once again replied “YES”. “OK then” came the response as I heard him start to piss in the urinal. I whispered in. . !”I stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her near Rambo’s head. He was laying across her lap and must have been quite heavy but his hind legs were still on the sofa. Undoing my trousers she stared in anticipation.“Are you sure Angela... ?”“Yes ... Please I want to see it... !”Reaching in, I eased it out and held the base so it stuck up like a flag pole. It was the same length as Rambo’s but not as fat. Still holding Rambo’s she placed her hand on mine and gave it an. ” He raised his gavel... “ ... one five ... thank you, young lady. I have one five ... Any increase? one five ... one five ... last call. Sold at one million five hundred thousand. I’m sorry, sir ... you were too late. Speak to Miss Jakobsen ... perhaps ... No?“Gentlemen and lady, I bid you adieu. Perhaps another time.”The TV screen disappeared and the bidders clustered around Miss Jakobsen. Her entourage bullied their way forward and the losers stepped back.The loser who dithered too long.