The tent in G's jeans was now very obvious, but his self control on this occasion was incredible: he was respecting the boundary that he should look, but not yet touch. E had my cock in her mouth, and was looking G in the eye while I reached down and held open her moist depths to his gaze. He watched as my fingers penetrated her wifely pussy, and then had to listen as my tongue lapped her to her first orgasm of the night. I withdrew my head and then held her open for him again - she was pink, moist and receptive, and so I mounted her, first in the missionary position, before lifted her legs upwards and placing her ankles on my shoulders. He had the perfect view of my cock entering her to its full extent, and then withdrawing as I teased her entrance and her inflamed clitty with its swollen head. I turned her over and took her from behind, and then turned us both around so that he could see both our faces as we came, she first and me a few minutes later.
