I cannot remember every detail, but I certainly remember more than I let on later. The part that I truly do not remember is how the conversation turne... to his wife giving him a blowjob. “I would get Shelly to suck my dick on the way home if she weren't passed out.” I do recall him saying something like that. I do not remember how it turned into two married men, shirtless and in shorts, sitting on the carport in a North Atlanta suburb, saying, “I will if you will.” But that's about what he. When I returned, both women had seated themselves on my couch and turned on the TV. The weather was dominating the news. “Rebecca, to answer your question, yes, I like to watch, but I prefer to participate.” I said as I handed each of them a glass of wine. “Do you prefer Men over women? Or vice versa.” Opening her legs to give me a view up her skirt, she smiled as she replied, “It depends on the situation.” “And what about this situation?” Turning to Karen, she said, “That would depend on. The front of his pants was soaked with pre-cum, and his penis was so hard it hurt. Although he very much wanted to join Mary in her erotic activities, he kept shooting pictures. He wanted a picture of her coming! ‘Ahh!’ Mary cried out suddenly, ‘Unhh! Unnhh!’ Her whirling hand was a blur on her clit, and she had three fingers thrusting into her. Her body twisted and strained when she came, and her legs quaked. Matt got it all. Even after she collapsed, spent, he continued to take pictures.. I stood on the toilet and looked over the thin wall. Oh god ya, he was masturbating hard. I pleasured my self as I witness something new & exiting. Then I let out an unexpected moan. He quickly turned to his left to find me staring at his dick. I jumped off the toilet, tucked my night dress in to my jeans. I open the door hoping to make a quick escape. As I was about to leave I was pulled in the opposite direction. “Not so fast” . Before I new it was back in the cubicle. He pulled down his.