Chapter Eight
And Yet Another!
Breathing raggedly, Brad stumbled to the living room and dropped heavily into the couch. He was so wickedly aroused! He was afraid that if he took up his crouching spying post right up against the bedroom door again, the very sounds would make his poor c**k burst. Yet though he could not hear his wife’s long-awaited orgy anymore, the sight still blazed and pulsed within his brain—the sweetly whorish Alyssa splayed naked and ready, the hairy wet hole wherein Brad’s loving tongue so recently had kissed and writhed and worshipped with such desperate frenzy now hammered balls-deep by the thick red p***s of some boy he hardly knew, while another pair of eager young men began their urgent foreplay...How her flesh had glowed!
Brad licked his lips uneasily. His un
