Chapter Nineteen
Sunday Morning
I awake satiated, still sensing a glow. My end of Mr. Feeldoe brought orgasm after orgasm. Jim managed to hold off, though Christy’s fellatio was in earnest. When we finally retired to bed, Christy’s little rectum quite well frictioned, I rode a supine Jim... taking great delight in the reverse cowboy position as I watched Christy dangle helplessly, her look of frustration so inspiring for a woman of my ilk.
I hear a girl’s voice calling up the stairs. Judy Evers! I had forgotten Sundays are her day to take charge.
Normally she finds Christy bound on the floor of the spare bedroom. But not this morning. Christy continues to idly hang in suspension, forced to watch us make love well into the night.
I cover my naked slumbering bedmate and call out, knowin
