When her climax was finished, she reached under his belly to give him a hand-job.But his cock was limp as a noodle and, pull and pet as she would, she...could not get his cock to grow. She couldn't even coax the smooth prick- knob out from the hairy sheath.This mystified her more than it annoyed her.She had, after all, been serviced by his tongue and if the dog didn't want his usual hand-job, she didn't really care--but she had to wonder why he was so indifferent.Stella was not utterly depraved,. Tom’s hands grabbed her hair in an effort to steady himself as his knees began to buckle. Debs continued for a little while longer and then stopped her licking but began to stoke his hardness with one hand. Tom’s cock was a deep red colour now and was wet from Debs attentions. She sped up her hand actions, her face a short distance from it, her other hand came up and started playing with his heavy balls,. She gritted her teeth and began furiously moving her hand back and forth. After all. Nothing started my motor running like feeling her mouth swallowing my cock and nothing got her motor running more than me going down on her sweet shaved cunt. Often, when after she sucked me off, she would deep kiss me snowballing my own cum with me, reinvigorating my cock so I could pound her pussy and ass. It was as if we were in perpetual heat. After six months the heat began to wane. We still continued to suck/fuck, but not at the rate we had been accustomed. The spark was just not the. Just watching as another husband won the right to remove another item of clothing from Liz, well, it was hard not to show my level of excitement as I would get uncontrollable erections.It became even more intense when at the soft swing parties, I would watch Liz lying next to another of the husbands, feeling his erection, stroking his penis, and seeing how he would hold, feel, and suck Liz’s breasts while they were not French kissing each other. The only rules at these parties was no.