She was actually cutting Tiffany off before she could answer to make sure she said the correct things. "I'll bet she wants to thank you for getting ri... of that annoying little shit but doesn't know how. You can just give him a little 'thank you', baby. That's all Daddy needs."Sheba smiled at Tiffany and Tiffany took the hint. Tiffany glanced at Kong, "Thank you, Daddy." That's alright, Princess. I'm sure you'll be showing me how grateful you are in a few minutes here."Tiffany looked to Sheba. What was surprising... so was he."I... want... you... NOW!" he panted and growled through clenched teeth. The heat I saw in his eyes made my pussy damp. So damp in fact, I felt a cool rivulet running down my leg. His cock, leaking precum, jumped and twitched with desire.I felt disconnected, my body not my own. Not until I felt him enter my tight, little pussy. I realized I had been going through the motions with any other guy. Nowhere felt as right, as right now. And hadn't since the last day. She leaned further into the room and plainly heard his voice. "Maaaaannnnndddddeeeeee," he moaned. Then it happened. His cock started spewing. But it wasn't like the video tape at all. On the video tapes the guy shot drops of stuff that went five or six inches and then landed, usually on the woman's stomach, or maybe her back. Then the man in the video rubbed the tip of his cock around while it oozed more white stuff.But Uncle Bob's penis shot his stuff clear up in the air!It went at least two. His left hand was on her thigh, and her hand was over the top of his. His thumb was in easy reach of my wife's pussy, and there was no doubt that in all the shoving and moving closer, that thumb had reached its goal. When we all finally broke up and went back to individual pictures, Roxanne said something to Barry. I lost my wife for a moment with all the movement, and then she was gone, and so was the fucking Barry. Barry's wife walked up to me and said, "I told you so. My offer is still on.