‘I may never call . . . for that,’ she added with a blush. ‘You call when and if you’re ready,’ Stacey said warmly as she patted Benita’s ...and before she straightened herself up. Carmen then returned to the table and the trio continued talking as if the private exchange between Benita and Stacey never took place. Once the coffee was consumed Benita and Carmen went one way and Stacey went the other way. All through the rest of the shopping trip, Benita had a constant erection, as the scene. Glancing to my side I noted the two men watching my wife and their friend intently. My stomach was in knots of nervous excitement as I tried to decide whether to 'rescue' Sam or to wait and see what happened.Over the next hour I watched Sam and her companion drinking, chatting and dancing to the racy music. At one point I had to go out to the toilet, when I got back Sam and the man were sat at the table again with fresh drinks in their hands. Luckily my stool was still free and I sat back at. "You can look all you want." Stacy said smiling and standing up. "Can I now?" she asked the professor. "Yes." The older woman said. Stacy smiled a catbird smile at me and positioned herself beside the bed at the level of my crotch. "I almost don't know where to begin." "Do the very least, see what happens." Helen offered. Stacy smiled and nodded at the suggestion and reached out to slowly run he long, powder blue fingers along the shaft of my embarrassment. “Tell me, Jake, is your pulse racing? Mine sure is!” Carla sighed.“Yes, it is!”“How does your head feel?”“The big head hurts a little and the little one feels like its ready to explode!” and they laughed.Carla and Wendy watched as Tiffany brushed his underwear aside and revealed his swollen cock to them. She moaned sensually, caressing it by the long shaft. “Fuck, do I ever need you!”The women looked wide-eyed at Jake’s mostly hard cock that Carla figured to be six inches long.“Jake, I think.