May was breathless, panting, and far dizzier than the drinks had made her when Alex at last broke the kiss. Holding onto his c**k, she turned her head to see if John had really had his c**k out. She couldn't see that, but what she saw shocked her even more. Both John and Judy had moved so close to the couch that their loins were hidden from May's view, but it was them touching and caressing her legs, not Alex!
"Now, don't," she murmured, trying to squirm away, but unable to even close her legs because of the hands and cheeks that were moving on them, insistently prying them apart. She could feel their tickling fingers and breaths in a fiendish way, right up to the slit that Alex's kiss and c**k had made all puffy and swollen and wet. She couldn't get her wits about her as both husband and
