I lift you from the bed and turn around, slowly carefully, without puling out of you I sit on the edge of the bed, your back against my chest, my cock...still buried inside. I look up and see that your husband is standing in the open doorway watching with a slight smile on his face. He and I make eye contact, he winks and slowly backs out closing the door, leaving us to our fun, trusting us both completely. I lie back, my feet on the floor, pulling you back on top of me. We lie like this a moment. My eyes made several passes up and down Veronica’s beautiful naked body. She looked at me with a pitiful expression, almost as if she delighted in showing me what I had forfitied by being unfaithful. Veronica’s nipples pointed directly at me, taunting me. In an insulting act of seizing possession, Bethie’s arms slid between V’s torso and arms, and wrapped around her rib cage, snuggling V to her own busum. Both of them sighed heavily. Bethie’s arm folded neatly under my wife’s pendulous tits,. Uncle Mitch spoke in a low and reasonable tone but with an undercurrent of demand, as if he knew I was going to obey him eventually and I just didn't know it yet.Uncle Mitch had never talked to me like that before. He was usually an easygoing guy, and in spite of my fears we'd gotten along pretty well. He worked as a manager in the annuities department of a life insurance company -- all business suits, lunch meetings, Blackberries and talk of cross subsidies and equity indexed products. Today. "But nothing. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"She looked up at him with glazed eyes that were somehow also astonished."How can you be hungry?" It just happens," he said, his face straight. "About three or four times a day, actually." But..."She looked around. Matthew McDill had a goofy smile on his face. His eyes looked a little glazed too. Claire was walking toward them. Her face was unreadable."Shit!" barked McDill suddenly as his whole body jerked. "He's polling the jury!" He burst into.