I looked down and almost screamed as I ran upstairs into my room. I shouted for her to come in and that I’d be down in a minute. I thought over what had just happened and found myself getting wet again; wondering what she must have thought.I grabbed my dressing gown and ran downstairs, putting it on as I ran down the stairs. When I got down I peered round the corner into the living room – Jenna was sitting on the sofa, her eyes wandering around the room. I took a deep breath, tied my dressing gown and walked in, “Sorry about before – I completely forgot that I was only wearing my underwear” I quickly said as she saw me“Don’t worry, to tell you the truth...” she started to say“Go on” I pushed, wondering what she was about to reveal“...well... you looked... quite nice” she repliedI paused for a second thinking about what she had just said, noticing that my juices were freely running down my leg and that she was blushing.“Don’t be embarrassed” I said, sitting down next to her.Then I did. The truth is, I find the thought utterly erotic. She smiles, then slowly strokes down his chest and abdomen, never taking her eyes off me, giving me a show, as she continues down to his bulge, grabbing him through the denim. I’m amazed that he still has not touched himself, but has only been watching me. She unbuttons him, slowly, opening his jeans. He’s commando, and his erection springs forth hard and proud. She wraps her fingers around his cock, pumping it reverently, letting her thumb smear pre-cum around the head. Gary hisses, biting his lips. I smile. I know he’s extra sensitive when he’s this hard. The hostess walks around the armchair lowering herself to her knees in front of him. I would give everything to see her luscious lips wrapping around his erection. As it is, I have to be content with her head bobbing up and down between his legs. I watch his expression as he gets closer to the edge, imagining what she is doing to him, with her lips and tongue. She stops before he.
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