She saw Laura and I standing, watching what was going on. Neither of the girls were fully dressed, blouses un buttoned. Little hands automatically fou...d breasts and nipples to hold and comfort, much like a child suckling from a mother. She calmly said, "I'm Sue Ann", all the time holding on to her sisters.That would have gotten my response until the door opened again and a old man hobbled out. "What in tarnation is going on. You girls get inside and fix some tea or coffee, where are your. It has me worried, not just for what kind of circumstances she could find herself in, but also what state I might find her in should our paths cross.”“Well, she will have some competition when and if your paths cross, as I can tell there are other women than just her, that have their sights set on you.”“Oh really?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “Who would you say falls under that list then?”“W-well ... I do not know any names, “she stammered, a flush of embarrassment on her face. “Lillian is. She was now all but jerking him off through his shorts with her feet. I knew that if I continued to watch my wife showing our ex-neighbor what a slut she really was, and if I continued to rub my own cock, that I was bound to cum sooner rather than later. So, I zipped up and rambled back downstairs and out to the deck; hard-on and all, with a fresh pitcher full of Sangria in my hands.They must have both completely forgotten that I was alive, because I obviously startled them when I made my. I wanted to cool off.But Brett quickly joined me and so my dick grew even bigger, instead of going down. The old man began rubbing his dick under the warm shower. He was very close to me. Soon our both cocks were rock hard and standing at attention. Brett did not seem embarrassed at all; but he kept rubbing his cock and making it harder and harder. The man was jerking off his cock with passion. As he continued to play with himself, Brett kept staring at me and my cock. I noticed my own dick.