CHAPTER FIVE
But Willa's urgent pleas did her no good. I couldn't help her. My orgasm, because it'd been delayed so long, I guess, left me in about the same condition as any blubbering i***t. It'd been god-awful intense, nearly blinding, and I lay helplessly on top of my poor wife as she begged me to go on. I tried, but it was no use. My peter went limp and slipped out of her steaming hot p***y as I hunched her halfheartedly.
"I need it, Burt!" she wailed. "Need it something awful!"
"Let me rest. What? What are you doing? Stop it!"
Hands were pulling Willa's arms and legs from around me. I glanced up to see Woody's shadowy figure beside the bed and felt it sag as Anne climbed on it from the other side.
"Roll off, Burt," Anne said excitedly. "Let Woody give her what she needs!"
"Woody
