11 — DifferentialJack scowled at Jen, at Brigid, where the two had tangled themselves head-to-pelvis on Brigid’s bed. But his c**k was hard in his hand. “I don’t know, Brigid. Is something the matter?” He said it to Brigid, but he was staring at Jen.
“No, Jack,” Jen said. “Nothing at all.”
“Well,” sighed Brigid, her breath puffing across Jen’s labia and making Jen shiver, “you did say you would come back soon, so we’ve been keeping busy.”
“Is that so?” Jack smiled, though his eyes remained dark.
“Uh-huh,” Jen said, reaching out over Brigid’s leg and grabbing her husband’s erection, hand and all, and pulling him toward her. “Everything’s just fine.”
And before he could ask anything else, she pulled him into her mouth.
Oral s*x had always been a favorite part of Jen and Jack’s play tog
