Her own orgasm hit her hard as the stranger pulled at her clit. She buried her face against her husband trying to muffle as much of her screams as she...could.When she reached the end of her climax, she noticed two other men standing around her. One of them couldn’t have been more than 19. He was kinda small, but was pumping his dick hard as he stepped toward her. The second gentleman was grey headed and was holding a semi-hard dick about the size of her husband’s.She took hold of both their. “Hey Jesse,” he said, and then turned around to flip the pancake.“H-H-Hi, Joey,” Jesse stammered.“You want a pancake?” He didn’t turn around.“Um ... sure ... I guess.”He thought he might pull it off by serving her the pancake that was in the pan and then going to his room to get dressed, but before he could do that he heard Rachel and Rhonda coming down the stairs.They, too, were wearing T shirts and who knew what else. They greeted Jesse and then Rhonda squealed.“Hey Rache, what’s your brother. "And you are?"Jack, said I. If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem yourself. And I'll tell you how to speak to a real lady, like me.Champagne bought, I went over and sat opposite her, admiring her beautiful eyes and wondering if I could hope to sit next to her,. It was something I greatly enjoyed. It gave me peace at a time in my life when it was a rarity. I had my back to the door, standing on a small stool while I hung the strands of peppers tied with garden twine. I saw a shadow fall across the room and I knew he was there for me. As I turned to face him, I started to speak. I’m not sure what I meant to say to him. Maybe I was going to try and actually speak with him, to communicate like a normal human being. Maybe I was going to ask him to just.