Al had quietly taken off his shirt, and draped it over a chair. Then June saw him loosen the top button of his pants. She could see his fingers tugging down the zipper of his Levi's; then she watched briefly as he began to remove the offending garment, one leg at a time. She caught a glimpse of some tremendous bulge jutting under his shorts, but then she turned her attention back to Roy.
"You didn't c*m?" he asked her softly, his lips at her ear. Mutely, June shook her head.
"Sorry, sugar. Sorry," and Roy really seemed to mean it. "But don't sweat it. There's more on the way."
Her snatch was already itching for more, even as Roy rose from her belly, his long, dripping-wet c**k pulling from her cunt. She felt Roy's c**k leaving her unfulfilled. She turned her head away, almost
