We fucked face to face for a long time, me raising the tension with each thrust trying to milk his prick tighter. Kissing and sucking each other's ton...ues. It was all I could do not to cum. At one point he pushed my knees to my chest and knelt between my legs looking down and describing what his cock looked like sliding in and out of me. "Nothing like the tiny pink ring of a virgin asshole stretched around a real man's cock..." I actually swooned, and closed my eyes to the vision. He leaned. I went through the usual I'm married, I have k**s, I work here, etc. Suddenly he interjected, “How do you like our collection?” while waving his arms around. I hadn't noticed but there were statues of the male penis everywhere. “Kinda cool, huh?” he asked. “I guess so.” I answered. Scott jumped up grabbed a huge black penis statue and proclaimed it to be his favorite. I finished by beer and Scott noticing it, went to get me another. I found myself nursing an erection. What was happening to me I. Once again I let everything flow and things became pretty loud as he pounded me VERY hard. Something else happened after about half an hour; he was shaped just right and was putting a very good rub on my G-spot! I started to pay attention and moved a little to make it happen more and more, the longer he went the closer it got. I was going to have an orgasm and, the way it was building, it was gonna' be a GOOD one! I pulled his head down after a while and croaked, “I’m gonna' cum, god am I. ” I lied. Angie repeated the exercise: slowly pulling back until my erection had nearly left her mouth before driving her head forward so that my shaft slid quickly between her lips. I gritted my teeth as a wave of pleasure threatened to engulf me and, instead, tried to concentrate on my wife’s voice at the other end of the line. “Okay, I’ll see you when I see you.” She said cheerfully. “Okay,” I replied briefly, not trusting myself to say more. I was aware that I could easily climax and, while.