"Not yet!" cried Marie "i'm nearly there! just keep going a little more!"Her wet hot pussy was pounding up and down my shaft, her body was slapping in...o mine, and with Mrs Jones rubbing her wet hot pussy into my face, I couldn't stop myself any further."I'M CUMMING!" I cried as my balls tightened fully and churned.Then Marie pulled her wet pussy off my cock, before slamming it down on to it, and as she rode the side of my shaft hard to finish herself off, I began firing my hot sticky load. I went back to my room and grabbed a drinking glass that I put against the wall. I could hear them talking, then I heard the bed squeak as they got back in it. I heard my wife moan like she does when she's horny and I kiss her.Shortly after, I heard the springs start squeaking again and my wife was screaming so loudly, I thought management would be calling for them to hold it down. They had tried every position known to man, and it was obvious by his moans that my wife had finished him off with. I'm —I am too, Pandora. Oh, I —Give me your seed, Sir.Seed?Now!The rest of it was beyond words. Each of them could feel what was happening to the other, and as Pan passed the point of no return, Lasco went with her, his cock tensing and releasing inside her quivering quim, his explosion in her mind, and hers in his.They shook and slid together and apart, shockwaves bouncing between the two of them, amplified by the mental contact, transmitted by the physical connection. Eventually neither of. Simone turned to me and asked with a snort and lewd grin, "Do you think she is acceptable, Monsieur?"I walked over to where the two women stood and ran my hand over Margo's mons. She threw her head back and started to pant because I kept smoothing the area, occasionally letting an errant finger slip down to her clit. She muttered, "Oh, fuck."I nodded with a grin at Simone. "Oh, yes. Excellent job. Let's see how she looks in the dress now."I pulled Margo to a stand in front of me and kissed her.