“Two very happy customers,” she smiled to herself and then amended her thought to “no, three happy ones.” And she knew that she had just witnessed the hottest, the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. “This should take some time” she thought, and began an objective, almost scientific consideration, her thought experiment as to how long it would take for Andy and Julie to begin the evening’s real exercise. Even outside the room, even in the throes of her own orgasm, Sam could hear Julie’s louder and louder “Yes, god, Andy, yes, that’s it…please…keep it up.”
And keep it up he did, happily, as he began the slow and deep strokes that he knew Julie’s virginal pussy needed. As Andy and Julie stood by the bed, deep in their kiss, bodies pressed against each other, for the first time he felt the pressure of her naked breasts against his chest, even recording (that brain file again) the hardness of her nipples while she felt the hardness of his rigid erection pressing against her navel. A very slight response from Julie. Nothing in her manner seemed hesitant, shy, or embarrassed. “Ok, a little more,” she said, and Andy obediently complied, some remote part of his brain marveling at his control, how he didn’t reply to his deep and feral need to bury his cock in
