Upstairs Sam checked her watch; “30 minutes,” she thought, “I wonder how accurate my timing is,” and, overcome with curiosity, feeling her own tingling which had quickly become a roaring need, despite her attempt at musical distraction, she crept down the stairs, stealthy, and quietly drew an old kitchen chair near to the door. She was just in time to hear the stirrings of their new beginning, Andy’s repeated invitation to Julie to choose their position, her shy laugh as she agreed to swap positions and to assume control. Instinctively she leaned in, gave his glans a light kiss, lightly caressed his rigid cock, her fingers lightly squeezing, thrilling to its hardness, its rigidity. Julie began to shake, her orgasm roaring through her yet again. First and most obviously his cock began responding to Julie’s gentle and tactile entreaties, her soft cupping of his balls, her soft stroking, eliciting more and more groans from Andy. Their restorative 20 minutes passed, their rest having fulfilled its purpose, Andy ended a kiss with “you have options now, Jules” whispered into her ear. For his part Andy realized he was still hard, so after pausing for long seconds as his jets of cum entered Julie, resumed his thrusts into her with renewed vigor, pushing the hurricane closer and closer to her until suddenly she was
