At one point, she pulled off and asked if he wanted to cum. He moaned, “Yes!”, and she asked if he could still fuck and he said, “Yeah, I don’... even lose my hard-on...” She kissed him passionately before returning to his throbbing dick, again looking at me and winking. She was taking over half of it into her mouth and I watched her tongue swirling around the head. Soon, he arched his back as he moaned and grabbed her hair. He came into her mouth and she swallowed twice before it subsided, then. Now with ever thrust his hard flesh teased my G-spot, my clitoris and every inch of my sensitive pussy. Our lubricating juices are dripping down my thighs in rivulets. I know that my carpet will be forever marked by our lovemaking. It will stand witness to my infidelity. But I could care less. This was the best sex of my life. I was completely his now and forever. I will willingly give my body to him any time and any place. Shit, how can I ever explain how good the orgasms were? No one will. He picked up a large feather and gently stroked my face, across my forehead, cheeks and lips. I closed my eyes as he brushed my eyelids. The feather moved down my body, both sides of my neck and shoulders, then side to side on my chest. It circled each of my breasts, flicked my nipples, and moved lower. John's feather circled my abdomen and touched the inner part of each hipbone. The feather brushed me as it very, very slowly moved down toward my pubic mound. "No, not just yet", said John as he. The next weekend, as per our new routine, I got us both beers, and after a show, I put in a porno. It was a hot night, and I said we should both take our shirts off to cool down. I told her I was still hot, and slipped my boxers off. Shed seen me naked before. We sometimes took showers together, and we didnt make a big deal out of it. She had stopped wanting to get naked in front of me earlier that year, I guess she was growing up. I sat down very close to her, she in her white cotton undies,.