His voice sounded faltering, hesitating, while saying softly: "I'm determined not to work with you anymore. This stuff has become an obsession, you...re driving me mad while I keep on having images of you naked on my bed, sometimes on your four, showing your beautiful tight asshole, or bending over like that wearing a tiny thong, waiting to get sodomized like a slut. I like you I don't want to spoil this friendship though. I've been thinking what the odds are to fuck you, and. Heather answered quickly, “Hi, darling, that was fast. I didn’t think I’d hear back from you that fast.”Leanne held her hand out for his phone, asking what her name was.“Heather,” he said, then explained, “Sweetheart, there’s someone here who wants to talk with you. Her name is Leanne.” And he reluctantly handed over his phone.Leanne turned and started walking towards her husband, Drew while talking with Heather. Jayjay was called back onto the stage by the sound engineer. He was reluctant to. “Sure.” I got up. My cock was still semi-hard. I paused to face her, and trolled it slowly from side to side. “You made him very happy,” I said. She looked at me suggestively. “Go wash him off and I’ll make him happy again.” When I came back from the bathroom I handed her the towel and started to get back in bed. “No, stand there,” she said. She spread the towel on the bed in front of me and sat down on it with her legs slightly apart. As she did so a trickle of cum went down her leg, and. Now here they were, wrapped around my best friends shoulders while he was tasting her wet pussy. I had been in his position a million times, but seeing the scene play out from this vantage point was surreal. That wasn't some porn star having her pussy licked by another porn star, that was my wife's pussy. The same pussy that had never experienced another man being teased and played with by my best friends tongue. The sight didn't upset me or hurt me at all. My own dick immediately stood to.