I started to feel a wetness trickle out from my slit which was still slightly stretched open, and it was almost as if I was peinhg or something. I moa...ed as I looked down again between my legs only to see that he had already flooded my cunt, filling it up all the way with his warm dohgg cum and now it was leaking around his knot. "Ohhh!... Oohhh!!!... Oh wow!... My cunt's drippin wet... Man, his cock feels so big now... Mmmhmm!... Stay right there Max, don't move... Good boy... Stay!" I watched. "I shook my head in disbelief and stood in front of my wife and ran my hands over her familiar breasts, "I've no idea what he's on," I tried to say as quietly as possible to her, but she stood there like a bit of a zombie."Just do what he says," she replied.Then I looked Leanne in the eye and gave her my best sorry look as I moved to give her breasts a cursory feel. Or that was my intention. Once I laid my hands on those fabulous orbs I'd fantasised about many a time, I just had to give them a. Ashley was still attired as she had been all day, except that she had undone the lowest button of the shirt, providing Brad with repeated brief glimpses of her panties. There was a bit of talk about the drapes and how best to get them hung properly, and some idle chit-chat, but nothing of substance until they were about finished. "I've been thinking..." Ashley began, hands on her hips, tightening the shirt over her braless breasts. "Yes?" Brad responded, mesmerized by the sight. "You had agreed. I told her that unless I got confirmation from somebody else or she let me use her name, there was no story." Yeah. Rachel would never let that into print. What does Shawn think?"I studied my potato chips for a while and looked up at Allie."I, um, haven't shared that part with her yet."Allie started giggling."It's different," I said."Sure." Allie was still giggling. "One's just sex. The other's journalism." And sex," I pointed out. "But I promised the woman I wouldn't give out her name. Can't.