"Do you need to cum?" Maggie whispers, as if reading my mind."Yes," I admit. “Badly."I feel her lean closer, and think she might be reaching down to...touch me. But instead, she whispers softly in my ear, "Go ahead, Jason. Let me see you cum.”I sigh, and let the fingers of my right hand drift down my chest and over my stomach and abs. My body shivers as they brush against my pubic hair. Then I caress the full length of my cock with the back of my hand.Maggie mewls softly, as if she is feeling the. I had planned the usual for that date. Dinner and then desert at my place. Instead, we went to a little coffee house and talked for hours more. Now I won't deny I often let my eyes linger on the deep valley between her generous breasts or watched the shifting of her full shapely legs as she crossed and recrossed them. I enjoyed the way the buttons on her blouse straining to restrain the treasures hidden there and how her skirt rode up her smooth bare legs. Legs that I happily remembered. “A little surprised but yes, I’m okay,” I said.BigDick returned from the bathroom without the condom and wordlessly he wandered into the other room where his wife had just finished with BIL.My sister-in-law whispered softly, “I’d better go and put my husband to bed but remember, you and I have a date in two week’s time.” With that, she kissed me softly and chastely on the cheek and got up to go and retrieve her husband.“Are you about ready to go home?” I asked my wife.“Yes,” she said looking. "Mistress!"Standing before me with a smug grin, her eyes roam over my pussy lips, red and puffy from excitement, and my nipples which are stiffly pointing away from my body. Her long black leather coat glistenes in the light and, together with her dark hair that is pinned up in a tight bun, makes her look like a dark queen right out of a fantasy movie, and the black riding boots with their incredibly thin heels even underline that image and make me almost drool. Her index finger trails over my.