Brad swallowed, red-faced. “N-no,” he stammered, his eyes wide. “No, I, ah—” Unsure of whether he was guided more by what he knew Alyssa would want him to say or by his own cloying voyeuristic arousal, he simply concluded softly, “That’d be fine.”
“Well, then,” continued Ted, “I’d take my time and enjoy myself to the absolute utmost, on and on, while my wife just had to watch it all, every slippery stroke balls-deep into a girl not even half her age and a third of her size, but probably five times her s****l skill! I’d hold out as long as I could, Brad, but when finally I couldn’t take it anymore, then I’d simply jizz that swivel-hipped angel of yours absolutely full!”
Ted’s eyes gleamed, and his face, too, was red. “Tell me,” he said conspiratorily, “is Alyssa really hairy down there—or
