We were, I am sure, all on the brink of explosion but years of grown-up wanking, some of it on the Internet, had taught us how to hold back. The cocks...were fingered ever so carefully.Our dwarflike Swiss friend had the best position. His legs being so short, his iron-hard member almost touched Yulias right hip. Almost but not quite. It was a strict condition for this session that none of us should actually have tactile contact with her and, gentlemen wankers as we all were, we obeyed.The Swiss. I didn’t know if she had felt it.I recall dreaming at one point of taking her from behind (obviously, Jess had planted that image in my head) while Jess was playing with her pussy; even in my dreams, I wouldn’t have sex with another girl without Jess there to give her approval.I woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window. I was on my back and felt a hand around my cock and a thick, cushy body pressed against my side. It took me a second to remember that the hand, and. ..FASTER!" I screamed like a whore.He instantly complied but then I was guessing his climax was as imminentas mine. To spur him on I squealed.."YES.....YES...FUCK ME....FILL ME WITH YOUR STICKY HOT.......SPUNK!!!!!"He gasped his pleasure fucking me hard and fast and for a few seconds Irealised what a wanton whore I had become. Then his cock grated across myprostate and I was a simpering wreck. I screamed my orgasm seconds beforehis and shot my juices far up the bonnet the orgasm was that. My other wives were all rearing to go after watching that long slow display of loving. I barely was able to keep up but I managed and snuggled up to as many women as I could.I awoke the next morning with Fretail on my chest and my morning wood buried inside her hot cunt. She had apparently gotten off on me during the night as I remember she was done earlier in the rotation the night before. I woke her and had her wrap her arms around my neck and we left the bed headed for the bathroom and a.