My heart was still pounding, as I tried sucking in enough air. I was exhausted, he stared up at me "how many?" He asked"about four" I repliedHe smirke... "what's your goal?" I tilted my head and stared at him "I want you to go" I answered honestly. I wasn't worried about myself, I wanted him to enjoy himself. Which is what he wanted for me. He smiled lightly "well that will take a while--unless you blow me again."I smiled lightly then happened to glance up at the clock. 9:30. I was to have left. John had become accustomed to her being around the house and felt foreboding at losing her. It would bring back with renewed intensity his lonely state after the loss of Elizabeth.When the doorbell rang at eight thirty on Saturday morning, John smiled, wondering if Peter hoped to find them undressed. He went to answer it while Claire cleared away the breakfast things.He opened the door, standing clear of it, and found his own reaction amusing. The amusement died when he saw the man. He. He moved his legs quickly to make her breasts bounce in front of him. She pressed against him, feeling his bulge growing beneath her. His mouth opened a little, and she took that as her cue to rub against him more.She started slow, leaning her pussy against him at a steady pace. He slowly followed her movements to grind in sync. Her body pressed down a little more. She read his face to know when to go faster. The bed started moving and making noises. She felt herself getting wet through her. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark. Beth couldn't wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Kathleen's arm before falling to the floor. She felt something.