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Bestowal

... problem." "And Stacie came with you?" "Most assuredly." "What about Stella with Jake?" "That, I don't know. I didn't hear her screaming again." "Jake, you told me she wanted it all night long." Jake just sits there, glumly, recognizing he can't say anything that won't come out wrong. "And then what?" "As I remember, an hour or so later the girls get their clothes back on and leave. They left us a number, but it turned out to be dial-a-prayer." Christie laughs, a hearty chuckle. I figure turn-about's fair play, so I say, "Your turn. What's your deep dark secret?" "I don't have any," Christie demurs. "Oh, come on. How old where you when you lost it?" "Don't you know?" She bats her big blue eyes at me. "The night I met Jake." "Oh, crap," he intercedes. Then Christie suggests, "Listen, why don't we put that video on again. I didn't see the end of it." This cracks me up. "They all wind up the same way," I laugh. "But this is the first one I've ever seen," she innocently lies. "Okay, let me go get it," Jake says, and scrambles onto his feet, disappearing into the bedroom. Christie comes over to me, leans down so I can see way down her blouse at all the good stuff and whispers in my ear, "If this works out the way I think it will, remember, you promised." Then, before Jake gets back, she's busy turning off the lamps and lighting candles she's brought with her. When Jake gets the DVD player set up and the TV is showing naked bodies conjoining again, Christie starts doing the ...

... play-by-play. "Oh, so that's what that's for? How come you never showed me that, honey?" Just like last night, within a few moments Jake's got his hand on her thigh and he's kissing her. I watch as he unbuttons the blouse and pulls it off her, and I'm watching him suck on those wonderful, pointy nipples. I figure pretty soon, like last night, she'll get him up and they'll head into the bedroom to finish off, but Jake continues to ignore my presence and his hand slips down to Christies shorts. The elastic band slides over the swell of her hips, and I see she's not wearing panties. Quickly I'm treated to a glimpse of the bush, possibly just a racing stripe of tight blond curls, and then Jake's head is between the legs, hiding what I want to see from my spying eyes. Christie catches my eyes and silently mouths, 'do it.' I know what she wants, and I stroke my erection through my slacks, letting her see the thickness of my penis, but I refuse to unzip myself. Her eyes flash in anger at me, daring me to expose myself, but I ignore her pleading, concentrating instead on the back of Jakes skull, hoping he'll come up for air. Instead, I see Christie's body tense, and listen to her breath come in quick, sharp grunts. I see her hands lock into fists, and a foot rises into the air, toes curled in orgasm. Jake stops then, and lifts his head. He stares at me staring at his girlfriend, then says to her, "Come on, honey, let's go into the bedroom and finish this off." He stands, the bulk of his body ...