How could I refuse? I extended my hands to the arms of Chuck's chair. Now I could pump way up and down her chest and then go way up onto her face and way deep in her mouth. Poor Chuck. My face was only a foot from his. He cringed away from me but couldn't avoid seeing every erotic pleasure his wife was giving written on my face; and if he looked down he had a porno cameraman's closeup of the double squeegee job she was giving me with her mouth and t**s; and if he turned away (which he dared not) the squishes of my sausage and eggs slipping between her melons, the slurps she made as she tried to lick up every drop of sauce on my c**k, and our joined groans of delight would still fill his ears. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
It was all too much. With effort I got out, "Make me come."
