2 comments/ 28867 views/ 1 favorites It Started with a Chocolate Biscuit Ch. 01 By: Lion24655 I had been found out. Not only had she found me doing it, she had told my wife. And my wife Judy had challenged me about it. I was in real trouble. Two days earlier our friend Christine had walked in and found me eating a bar of chocolate. I was on a diet. “Caught you” she says. Of course I ask her not to say anything, but women friends can’t help chatting. We had known Christine for a couple of years - slim in her mid-forties, divorced, attractive in a reserved way. Friendly, but quiet and not fully over Nick, who had simply walked out for another woman. Christine had lost her confidence and was still not ready for dating. We were good friends - she and Judy got on fine, and I found her pleasant to get on with as “the best friend’s husband.” Most days Judy and Christine would share a coffee or shop together. But now it was Saturday - Judy had gone, on the off chance, to visit her mother which would take her two or three hours, when Christine walked in. “Hi”, she said, “Judy around?”. “Sorry - gone to her mother’s, won’t be back till later”. “Not to worry” said Christine, “I’ll see her tomorrow, leave you to it”. I suddenly remembered her catching me eating the chocolate biscuit, and remembered her telling Judy. “Oh, before you go…….” I said it as she headed for the door. “Yes?” I adopted a mock severe tone. “I want to ask you about something”. Christine turned. “You got me in trouble the other day.” “Sorry………….” Christine looked bemused. “Fancy telling my wife you caught me eating a chocolate biscuit”. Christine smirked. “Serves you right………” I help up my hand to stop her. “If you were a child”, I said to her, “I would put you across my lap and give you a good spanking for doing that”. Suddenly thought I shouldn’t have said that - we were only friends and that could put a tension in the relationship. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” I quickly got out. But Christine stood there with a shocked embarrassed look, but with a smile on her face. Suddenly I realised everything was about to change. I had never thought of her as more than a friend, but suddenly as she stood there in her short skirt and T-shirt, I thought: that is really what I would like - to get her over my lap. And was suddenly aware by her demeanour that that is what she would like as well. The silence seemed to last for ages as both our minds and imaginations whirled. It was me who broke the ice. I looked at her in mock sternness “So you had better come through to the sitting room and prepare yourself over my lap”. I walked through to the sitting room, wondering if she would follow, and sat in the middle of the settee. I waited for what seemed eternity - perhaps 30 seconds, before Christine appeared, and sheepishly, looking down at the floor, walked over, scrambled onto the settee and lay over my lap. It felt wonderful to have her there, but I was a bit bemused as to what I should do next, then thought - I am will go as far as she will let me. I reached for the hem of Christine’s skirt and lifted in above her waist to reveal her panty-clad bottom. All this time it had been “hidden” under her clothes - it was beautiful, and I ran my hand over her ass softly. After a couple of minutes I said quietly “lift yourself, please”. I felt Christine move, allowing me to pull her panties to her knees. Christine allowed them to fall to the floor, kicking them clear of her feet. Again I whispered “I think you deserve three, when I am ready. Spread your legs wide”. Amazingly Christine did without question, and from where I was I could see her pussy and her beautiful little rose hole. Again I let my hands roam all over Christine’s ass, this time also caressing her little asshole, but not reaching down as far as her pussy. She seemed to respond well to the exploration of my fingers, and while she tensed initially as I tickled her ass-hole, she relaxed as she began to enjoy the caressing. “Christine, I will count to three then you will have your first spank. One……” As I began to count I felt her tense, “two, three….” The noise of my hand across her ass broke the tension as it cracked on her flesh, and she cried out with the sudden smarting. As she fought the smarting I quickly licked my finger and pushed it through the ring of her ass, perhaps 2 inches inside her. I could feel her clenching and unclenching her ass to fight the stinging, and feel her squeezing and releasing my finger as she did so. It was clear that as the stinging eased, and with my finger inside her, she was also finding this a very erotic experience - as was I. I felt sure she could feel my hardness against her. I removed my finger after a couple of minutes, and began to count again. “One, two, three…….” CRACK. Again she fought the pain by clenching and unclenching her ass, and again I put my finger inside her ass so she was clenching herself on my finger, and again as the stinging eased I could hear her breathing very hard in her arousal. Again I removed my finger. “One, two, three……..”CRACK. Again my hand caught her, by now, red cheeks, and again as she fought the stinging I put my finger as deeply as I could into her ring, but with my other hand I put two fingers deep into her pussy - she was soaking wet. As the stinging eased I could feel her moving herself slightly on my fingers, so I eased my fingers in both holes in and out slowly, and managed to reach her clitoris with another finger. Her breathing was getting faster and faster, she moaned out load, and within seconds I could feel my fingers being squeezed as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her body shuddered, shook, but I held her on my lap until she subsided and relaxed. My fingers were still inside here. I removed my fingers, turned her around so that her feet were either side of my head, her head by my feet. I pulled her up to me until my mouth was clamped on her pussy, sucking in the delicious copious juices she had produced. I let my tongue plunge in and out of her soaking pussy, then flick against her clitoris. Within seconds she was moaning again, and again it was hard to hold on to her as the second orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out in pleasure as she shuddered on top of me. When she had finished I lay her on the floor and put a couple of cushions under her head. I removed her T-shirt and bra, as well as my own clothes, and we lay together, Christine holding on tight around my neck. I rubbed my cock against her leg, then could wait no longer - I rolled on top of her between her legs and within seconds had thrust my cock fully inside of her. She was so hot, so wet. “Squeeze me”, I gently ordered, and could feel the muscles of her cunt rippling over my cock - it was too much. Within seconds I was thrusting hard in and out of her, and within seconds orgasms again ripped through both of us, her pussy feeling so fantastic squeezing the sperm out of me. We lay side by side, relaxing, my cock having slipped out of her. Christine telling me how she had not had sex since Nick, and this was 2 years pent up energy and frustration. Telling me how he had never been strong enough for her. It was then I had my last idea. “Lick me clean, Christine”. She suddenly tensed. “I’ve never done……..” “Then this is the first time. Lick me clean”. The way she did it after her initial reluctance, was just wonderful. Later as we dressed, Christine begged me not to tell anyone about what had happened, and said this must never happen again. A week later Christine and Judy were sharing a coffee at their favourite tea shop. Christine had avoided me in that time, and certainly tried to forget the whole episode. It was Judy who was chatting. “So Christine, you weren’t supposed to tell me about the chocolate bar”, she said half smiling half sternly. “And Bill wasn’t supposed to tell me that you let him fuck you…………..” Judy watched as Christine’s embarrassment took over and she began to splutter, making apologies, denying everything. After a couple of minutes of blustering Judy held up her hand. “Don’t worry, Bill told me you are one sexy cow. He told me about what you are like. Maybe next time we will tie you up, spank you, and both take you as many times as we want……………………” Christine’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes please……………” It Started with a Chocolate Biscuit Ch. 02 Judy opened the door and led Christine into her favourite tea-shop. Not only did the shop make first class tea and scones, it was also perfectly laid out for Judy's plan, and the owner was an old friend. Since the morning she had confronted Christine about what had happened with Bill, she had been waiting for the perfect time for the next step. Today wasn't just the next perfect step, it was a chance for a double win... For her and for her friend Mandy who she had talked to at great length the previous day on the telephone... The teashop was laid out in an L shape. Judy led Christine to a table at one end of the L, a table which was only overlooked by one other, the second table being occupied by a couple in their early 50's. From Judy and Christine's table it felt that if they looked, they would be looking over the shoulder of the woman. The man would be able to see Judy and Christine clearly. Around the corner of the L were another four or five tables with a sprinkling of customers, although Christine realised that while she could hear their chatter, she couldn't see any of them. The owner of the tea-shop came to take Christine and Judy's order. Coffee. Sandwiches. Cake - a light lunch, as long as you didn't count the calories! Until now, Judy and Christine had been making small talk. As the owner of the teashop returned to set up the order Judy leant over to Christine. "Take your panties off." Christine jumped. She knew lunch was going to be the beginning of something, but she was still stunned by Judy's command. "What? I can't. People watching. I'll find the toilet..." the conversation was whispered - Christine desperately didn't want the other couple to hear. Judy snapped back in a whisper. "You will not. You will take them off here. Now." Judy gave Christine a long hard stare, until at last Christine's will gave way. It was difficult - she put her hands inside the waistband of her skirt and pushed her panties down as far as she could, desperately trying to be as discreet as possible. She tried to hide her actions when she reached under the sides of her skirt, and pulled her panties to her knees, then wriggled them down to her ankles. At last she kicked them off, but Judy reached down, picked them up and pushed them into her own handbag. Christine felt strange - she had never been without panties before -- at least in public - it was embarrassing, it was arousing... Christine looked around, desperately hoping that no-one had seen her. She looked at the other couple, and briefly caught the eye of the man there, who dropped his eyes quickly to the table, his face red. She knew he had seen, he had seen something. Christine studied the man a little as she waited for her lunch. He was about 52 or 3, with a full head of hair and a well trimmed beard. He looked gentle, some might even say kind, his face warm. Almost looked like everyone's favourite uncle... The sandwiches appeared along with the coffee. Judy smiled inwardly - this all seemed so ludicrous! She also noticed that Christine was squirming slightly as she ate. Christine frowned as Judy produced a notebook from her pocket - it looked like one of the notepads waiters use in restaurants, and began to write something in it, then took out the piece of paper and folded it in half. Christine was normally pretty good at reading upside down, but Judy had shielded her notepad with her hand. There was movement at the other table. The lady was getting up. To go to the toilet, or something - it must have been that as she left her coat on the back of the chair. Christine felt a spectator in something she didn't understand, as Judy stood up, stepped towards the other table and put the note in front of the man who was still sat there, then returned as if nothing had happened to eating her sandwich. Christine's curiosity was too much for her. "What did you just do?" she whispered. Judy held up her hand, and nodded to the other table. Christine watched as the man read the note, went even redder and seemed to squirm uncomfortably. He quickly put the note in his pocket as the woman - returned to the table. Again, Christine's curiosity couldn't hold back. "What was all that about?" she whispered. Judy pulled a bit of paper from the pad - a carbon copy of what she had written. Christine read the note Judy had given to the man on the other table. "She has been a very naughty girl, and I am going to spank her bare bottom after lunch." Christine went bright red as the words registered with her - Judy meant her - Christine! She hardly dared glance at the other table, but the man's eyes were fiercely concentrating on the bowl of soup in front of him. He also looked slightly uncomfortable in his trousers as he squirmed gently. Christine whispered again. "Why did you do that?" Judy smiled gently before whispering her reply. "Honey, it's just the beginning. In any case, I think you are enjoying yourself." Christine was about to vehemently deny it, but a tingle stopped her. Instead she whispered, softly "Are you really going to spank me?" Judy looked at her. "Of course I am." Her reply - spoken in a normal voice, suddenly broke the spell of the moment, and the two women returned to their sandwiches, and what seemed to Christine totally bizarre small talk about clothes and fashion and families.. As they finished their sandwiches, Judy started to write another note. Again that Christine couldn't read. A few minutes later the other woman had left her place, and Judy had given the man the note. Again Christine watched as he read it. This time he did look at her, then looked down. It was also very clear now he was trying to contain an erection. Even the most naive person would understand that. Again, the lady returned, and Judy handed Christine a copy of the note. Christine blushed deeply as she read. "Being spanked makes her very wet. I bet you would love to taste her pussy." She blushed partly because she was already feeling wet. She blushed more because of the man on the next table. The owner of the tea-room brought the cakes, while the lady on the other table went to order something from the counter. As she did Judy "pounced". Christine couldn't make what had happened - Judy had got to her feet, had moved to the man on the other table whispered something, and seemed to drop something into his coat pocket. A long time before the other woman returned with an extra pot of tea she was back in her seat. "What was all that about?" whispered Christine, unable to contain her curiosity. "You'll see," said Judy, also whispering. She paused. "Do you think he's cute?" Christine was taken aback. "Who is cute?" "The man on the other table," whispered Judy. For the first time Christine looked at him properly. Well, yes, he was cute. He may have been in his early fifties, but he had an innocent charm. As Christine surreptitiously checked him out, she also began to tune into his wife's conversation with him. "So I'll only be five minutes - go in the butcher down the road, then come back and we can go..." She was standing up and putting on her coat as she spoke to him, then headed for the door, leaving the man on his own. Christine's mind was puzzling - she had suddenly twigged there was something more going on here. What happened next really startled her. Judy simple leant over the table, put her hand under Christine's chin and kissed her. Then kissed her again, this time long and slowly. At first Christine was startled, but suddenly realised this was part of a game. A game she had to admit she was enjoying as well. After a few moments she began to return the kiss, their tongues meeting and playing. Suddenly she felt the hand move - it was cupping her breast over her t-shirt, squeezing gently, pinching her nipple. Christine's nipple went instantly hard. She suddenly thought this was so good, Judy seducing her and yet also knowing there was a game going on here. She knew this was also for the benefit of the man on the other table. At last, when the door of the shop opened, Judy broke the kiss, released the breast she had been toying with, and instantly Christine and Judy just looked like two friends having lunch again. This time it was Christine who felt brazen - just as the woman on the other table sat down, she gave the man a hard stare and a wink. She had twigged that part of the game was about getting him aroused... She noticed he was definitely aroused. He was bright red, breathing slightly harshly, his hand had clearly been on his trousers while they had been kissing. He was clearly sitting in a funny position to accommodate the hardest cock he had probably ever had. Christine smiled, wondering what next. Next seemed to be an argument. The man and woman were arguing. She wanted something from him - a shopping list. It was in his pocket. He should give it to her. He wouldn't. Saying it's not there. She was demanding he empty his pocket so she could make sure. At last she told him she would do it. She reached into his coat pocket and took out the contents and put them on the table. Christine was watching this unfold, and suddenly realised why Judy had earlier been to him and spoken to him, and what she had slipped into his pocket. On the table were Christine's panties. Still slightly damp... Christine gasped, then stifled the gasp - this was still part of the game. It was apparent the woman on the other table was not happy - she was clearly about to explode. She exploded. "You dirty old man. Whose knickers are you carrying around? What trollope have you been shagging?" Everyone in the tea-room would have heard the outburst, as she continued. "Can't trust you anywhere. The moment I turn my back you have your thing up the nearest slut you can find. And then like a little pervert you steal her knickers. You've probably got a whole collection of them hidden somewhere at home." The man stuttered, trying to protest his innocence, but she was not to be stopped. "How many women have you fucked? I ought to take you out of here and give you a good caning. Let all these women see what a sod you are. Let them see what a prick you are. Better - get out your prick and let them see it, so they can see what must have been out in the presence of loads of other women. Let them see the tool that's seen more daylight than a flower on midsummer's day. Let them see the tool that's been in more holes than a Black and Decker drill." She was reaching her climax. "You're nothing more than a whoring, cock-swinging slob." It was odd. After she finished, then a pause, then a round of applause - Christine remembered it was started by Judy, but quickly joined by all the other women in the tea-shop. As the applause continued, the woman grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him out of the shop. He seemed in a really mixed up state, embarrassed beyond belief, his trousers not fitting too well, finding it difficult to walk properly as the woman dragged him by his tie. Within a moment they had gone. The Café went quiet. In the quiet Judy turned to Christine. "Time for us to go." They put on their coats, paid their bill and left. As they reached a car Judy pointed towards, Christine realised the car already had people in it. Judy opened the door and Christine gasped. In the front driver's seat was the woman from the tea-room. In the back, behind the driver, her husband, squirming with embarrassment. "Well," said Judy. "Have you met my friend Mandy?" She pointed in the back of the car. "And this is her wimp of a husband Bruce." Mandy got out of the car and smiled at Christine. "Did you enjoy lunch?" Christine hesitated, went bright red, couldn't think what to say. Mandy continued. "Well, Bruce did. I'm sure he would like to share the back of the car with you for the journey back to our place. I'm sure you can keep him..." Mandy paused, thinking of the right thing to say. "...excited. Don't worry, I've told him he is not to misbehave. You can touch him - he isn't to touch you." Mandy pointed to the open door to the back of the car. "You can sit in the middle." It was clear that for Bruce, the journey was overwhelming. The total humiliation he'd experienced in the café, being teased by Judy about Christine, and now sitting tightly in the car, next to Christine, with both him and Christine strapped in with seat belts - all of that was having an effect on him - he squirmed in embarrassment, squirmed trying to make himself more comfortable, trying to get his trousers to accommodate his erection. It was Mandy who spoke, as she reversed the car out of the parking space. "Christine, why don't you make the sissy more comfortable - undo his trousers, let his cock have a bit of fresh air." Christine was also embarrassed, but she had gained some confidence in herself, knowing that this man next to her was completely at the submission of the whims of the other two women, and was lower than her in the pecking order in the car at that moment. She did, without too much hesitation, undo his trousers, undoing the belt and button, then lowering the zip. Bruce didn't resist her at all, but did little to help her either. It was also obvious that he was uncomfortable inside his underpants, so Christine almost without thinking put her hand inside to ease his cock out of the top of the pants. The touch of her fingers against his cock clearly had an effect on him as well - he moaned as she touched him, his cocking twitching in response. Christine also noticed that there was a damp patch on his pants - he had spilt a lot of pre-cum through the morning and lunch. Christine, feeling her power of this man, let her finger swirl through the pre-cum, swirl around the tip of his cock. Again he moaned, his cock twitched. Judy, sat in the front, smiled. She had noticed - Christine had done more than she had been told to. Christine had teased the man as well. Judy spoke to her with a wink: "Why don't you kiss him?" It took Christine a moment to realise what Judy meant, but she was feeling brazen. It was also the first time Bruce responded to what was happening to him. He whispered, "Please, no." Christine smiled, bent over and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting his precum, making him moan in pleasure and arousal. She held the kiss for several seconds, before pulling away. It was Judy who interrupted, with a laugh in her voice. "Perhaps need to leave him be - much more and he'll be shooting stuff all over the clean car. Never get it cleaned up, and it'll leave a strange smell..." Judy let her voice peter out, and the journey continued with Judy and Mandy chattering away, talking about the café, friends, husbands. As they chattered it was again Christine who was feeling a bit brazen, teasing, as well as turned on. She whispered to Bruce: "I hope they let you cum in me, in my mouth or my pussy." Bruce remained silent, but it was obvious that he wanted that as well - his stiff cock, still exposed from his undone trousers, twitched as Christine spoke to him. Judy smiled - she knew Christine always wanted to be submissive, but was enjoying her also teasing Bruce, and willing to torment him - in the nicest possible way! The four of them sat quietly for a few minutes, as the car twisted around some side streets before pulling up outside what Christine assumed was Mandy's house. It was a smart house, nicely kept gardens, double garage. The four of them left the car, walked across to the front door, Bruce trying to hide his exposure with his hand. They entered a sitting room in the house that could only be described as luxurious. The three women were sat on the settee and armchair, Bruce his trousers still undone, stood in front of a marble fireplace. It was Judy who spoke to him, in an almost contemptuous voice. "Well, you could at least take those stupid clothes off. All of them." Bruce paused, then undressed - in seconds he was standing naked, his cock still as hard as a rock, looking acutely embarrassed as the three women looked at him. It took Christine a few moments before she tuned in to Judy and Mandy's conversation - it was the mention of her name. It was Judy who was speaking... "...Bill was telling me that Christine really liked it - after he had spanked her she let him shag her... Well he says she was ready and desperate! It was okay for him to spank her for telling on him eating a chocolate biscuit, but I still need to give her a good spanking for her allowing him, you know..." Judy's voice tailed off. Up to that moment Christine's embarrassment had subsided, but now she felt it rising again. Judy continued. "... Then I had an idea - you had said you didn't know how to spank, but wanted to spank Bruce, that he needed it, so why don't I arrange a session where we all win - I get Christine spanked, you get to practice, Bruce gets what he deserves, and I begin Christine's training to top men, bottom to women. It's a, um, quadruple whammy!" Everyone was left speechless, didn't know how to respond. It was Judy who continued, as if the silence meant everyone agreed with her. "...so what I'll do Mandy, is get you to spank Christine, so you can have a bit of practice, then she can spank Bruce, then I'll take Christine upstairs - apparently she has never made love to a woman before. You can do what you want with Bruce." Inside Christine was dumbstruck at the folly of it all, it seemed like she had moved to a parallel universe, but she stayed quiet as the rest did - almost as if they would do whatever Judy said. "So, Mandy - I suggest you sit on this chair;" she pointed to a low soft chair, but without any arms, "then order Christine over your lap." Judy paused. "What I generally find best is for a girl to leave their clothes on, but just removed their panties, or pull the panties to the knees. But as you know - Christine's not wearing any at the moment." Judy paused and smirked, before continuing. "The important thing about a spanking is that as well as the physical side, there has to be as much humiliation as possible with it - and keeping their clothes on, pulling the skirt up - it seems more humiliating than having no clothes on at all..." There was a long pause, then it was Mandy who spoke, with a tentative edge to her voice. "Christine, come and lie over my lap." Again a pause, then Christine stood up from her chair, moved to Mandy, knelt beside her, then lay herself over Mandy's lap. Judy nodded and smiled to her, so she lifted Christine's skirt to her waist, bearing her ass. "Now, Mandy," said Christine, "What I normally do is tell then to spread their legs wide. It's part of their humiliation - they know that their pussy is showing, their rectum is showing..." Christine slowly spread her legs, but then jumped, as Judy barked "Bruce, don't touch yourself!" Christine realised that Judy had organised it so Bruce could see between her spread legs, could see her pussy which she knew was glistening. It was natural for him to get uncontrollably aroused, but it was obvious, somehow, that Judy would "control" him as well. The speed of the first slap surprised Christine - she yelped as the hand landed on one side of her ass. She guessed there would be a red hand print there - a ludicrous thought, as she squirmed on Mandy's lap fighting the stinging. The second slap, on the opposite side of her ass followed quickly. Christine's mind seemed to be running on two tracks - part of her was fighting the pain, squirming, the other half almost cold - thinking that Bruce was probably enjoying the show... The third and fourth, then fifth and sixth followed quickly, each one building up the stinging that Christine's body was trying to fight, each causing her to scream in pain... At 9 or 10 Christine lost count - there was just the pain, the heat coursing through her ass, wrapping around her legs, coursing through her pussy... Suddenly her cold logical corner was telling her she was excruciatingly aroused - spanked by a woman...suddenly feeling this woman putting a finger in her pussy, caressing her...spanked...more caressing - Christine guessed she had been spanked 20 times when Mandy stopped, and carefully helped her to her feet. It Started with a Chocolate Biscuit Ch. 02 Judy seemed relentless in her organisation. As Christine stood in front of Mandy, Judy was giving more explanation: "...the problem with men is that if they are aroused and you spank them over your lap, they will just rub themselves off and cum all over your legs. So it's better to get them to bend over and rest their hands on a chair." Judy turned to Bruce: "You. Come over here. Bend over, hands on the piano stool." Bruce moved hurriedly, bent over, rested his hands on the piano stool. Judy gently spoke again: "Ok Christine, this is your turn now...which of these would you like to use - with a man you often need something more than your hand or else they don't really feel it...?" Judy had produced a box from somewhere which she was showing to Christine. Christine looked inside - there was a slipper, a hairbrush, something shaped a bit like a table tennis bat... she paused before taking the slipper. Christine knew what was expected of her. She walked over to Bruce, and with all the strength she could muster she smacked him across the ass with the slipper. Bruce didn't move, although he yelped with the pain. Christine looked to Judy who smiled, and nodded. Christine took it as encouragement. For the next couple of minutes she uninhibitedly cracked the slipper across Bruce's ass, which became redder and redder. Bruce cried out at each slap, his legs weakening, feeling like they were going to buckle. At last Christine stopped - she had simply run out of breath. Bruce was allowed to stand up right, his ass bright red with the treatment, with tears coming down his face. Christine also noticed that his cock was very hard, twitching, glistening, his arousal seeming to grow moment by moment as he fought the stinging. 30 minutes later it all seamed so ridiculous, ludicrous, as the four of them were fully dressed as if nothing had ever happened, drinking tea and coffee. Both Christine and Bruce squirmed a bit in their chairs with their asses still stinging, but conversation had reached the banal. After Bruce had been allowed to stand up, Judy had taken Christine upstairs. Christine had made love to another woman for the first time, as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. She had tasted Judy's pussy - and surprised herself by liking it - in the end Judy had asked her to stop after she had given Judy three orgasms. Christine had equally enjoyed the feeling of a woman's mouth on her own pussy, and had cum ridiculously hard. She had allowed Judy to put her finger in her ass, and had enjoyed it. She hoped that this would only be the first of many more women, and men, in the future... As for Bruce and Mandy, Christine hadn't seen, but with the way Mandy was glowing it was clear she had cum several times, and Bruce's trousers were no longer stretched to breaking point, so she assumed he had had chance to empty his balls as well. Christine's only regret was that after earlier, she hadn't had Bruce inside her: something inside her wanted a cock inside her - she had been so turned on by the idea he would fuck her... Something Judy was very aware of. They chatted for an hour, then Judy held up her hand. "Mandy and I have to get down to Walmart for some shopping. Why don't you two go and lie down upstairs for a bit, enjoy each other...you're in charge, Christine..." It was clear from Bruce's smile that he wanted that perhaps more than anything - at that particular moment...