This time, Gaynor told me, it would be a small, informal party starting in the evening and that Tony and I should arrive mid-afternoon. Despite trying to appear casual, I could tell that Tony was excited about the weekend’s prospects.
Gaynor, in white shorts and sleeveless top with a deep V neckline, came out to greet us and insisted on giving Tony a quick tour of the house. “Charlie’s in the kitchen,” she told me and off I went.
Charlie was opening a chilled bottle of white wine but stopped to embrace me and exchange air kisses.
“You’re looking as gorgeous as ever, Jen,” she said, holding me at arms length. “Still got a lovely tan. Been a good summer, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, wonderful weather Charlie,” I agreed, “but a little cloudier today.”
“Hmmm,” she nodded, offering me a glass of wine. “Not a day for being around the pool, I’m afraid. Still, we’ll have fun, won’t we?” and she laughed before sipping some wine. “I take it Gaynor’s showing Tony where everything is.”
I boosted myself up onto a stool at the breakfast bar and took another drink of wine. “What sort of party have you got lined up tonight?”
“Oh, nothing elaborate. Just a few people, nibbles and drinks,” she said. “Evan’s not here, he’s in Spain somewhere on business. No idea what sort of business, probably buying more property or meeting people to do deals. Who knows? I don’t get involved in that sort of stuff.”
“Thought you’d be round the pool,” came Gaynor’s husky voice as she led Tony into the kitchen.
“Bit cloudy,” said Charlie.
“Yes, but still warm and, look, the sun’s coming through. Let’s get out there while we can. In a couple of hours, people will start to arrive.”
It turned out that Charlie’s “few people” was four, John and Helen from next door plus Miranda but no Karen. Justin was last to arrive. So, we were eight in total and “the nibbles” consisted of the huge table in the dining room groaning under the weight of a hot and cold buffet.
I introduced Tony to John and Helen and she said, “Wonderful to meet you. I’m really glad you could make it this time. Your poor wife sat all quiet in a corner without you, didn’t you Jenny? Couldn’t join in all the fun at all, could you dear?”
I smiled. “I was fine, Helen, enjoyed the show just fine. I like to watch.”
“Yes, well, if you say so,” she said doubtfully. “But I reckon it’s much better to take part.”
“We’re not all the same, dear,” said John. “And thank God for that. I’m sure Jen enjoyed herself and will again tonight. Especially now that Tony can be with us.” He smiled at all three of us. “Should we get something to eat?”
It was a little after nine when everyone had finished eating and we were all in the large lounge. Dance music ideal for smooching came over the sound system and Charlie and Miranda were first up, in the middle of the room arms wrapped around each other and hips swaying. Helen (surprise, surprise) moved in on Justin and John asked me to dance. Gaynor and Tony talked for a while on a sofa until they, too, got up and danced.
John was a gentlemen, holding me lightly and not pressing his groin into me. The same politeness couldn’t be said of Helen who was grinding into Justin with her hands pulling on his buttocks. Justin indulged her, smiling down at her.
After three or four numbers, I thanked John and returned to the sofa and my wine. John danced with Charlie and Miranda drifted across the room and took Gaynor’s place in Tony’s arms.
“How’re you doing?” asked Gaynor, sitting next to me.
“Okay,” I said, watching Tony gyrating his hips as Miranda moved in close, her hands on his shoulders. “Tony seems to be enjoying himself.”
Gaynor smiled. “Yep, looks like Miranda’s getting him warmed up.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the couples dancing, before Gaynor took my hand and, with a husky, come on, led me into the middle of the floor. I could feel her beautiful breasts squashing against me. Her pubic bone pressed against my hip as we slowly circled and swayed. Then she bent her head, kissed my cheek and whispered, “This will warm up Tony even more.”
It was then that Helen said loudly, “Go for it, Charlie.”
Charlie, now naked, was perched on a high stool and John stood in front of her, his trousers down at his ankles. Charlie slowly stroked his cock while fingering her pussy with her other hand. We all stopped dancing to watch as Charlie bent forward and expertly used her mouth to slide a condom onto John’s stiff member. He shuffled to place himself between Charlie’s open thighs and she raised her knees, exposing her wet inviting hole. As John’s cock wavered at her entrance, Charlie removed his T-shirt and then, with one hand, fed his eager probe into her.
By now, Miranda had brought Tony over to me and Gaynor stood aside, leaving him standing between us both. I put my right arm around his waist and Gaynor placed her left hand on his shoulder. Tony kept his gaze on Charlie and John, who was now pumping up and down her squishy tunnel.
“Give it to her, John,” shouted Helen. “Fuck her good and proper.”
“Good God," whispered Tony, “that’s incredible.”
I couldn’t see that Charlie and John were doing anything exceptional. “What’s incredible?” I whispered back.
“Over there,” and Tony nodded across the room in the direction of Helen. She had brought Justin’s black cock out of his trouser fly and was stroking it with her right hand. He was semi-erect, his plum head still pointing at the floor. Helen’s tiny fist stroked along most of his column but she couldn’t reach down as far as his purple helmet.
I leaned into Tony and, with my left hand, felt his bulge. “Exciting, isn’t it?” I said looking up at his face.
“Hmmm, it is that.”
It was then that John let out a gasp or two, his legs trembled and Charlie held him tight, saying, “That’s it, come on, shoot it all out. That’s a good boy, John.”
Miranda led polite applause which everyone joined in except Helen, who would not release her grip on Justin.
John withdrew from Charlie and she eased the condom off his withering weapon and wrapped it in a tissue. She got off the stool and John, his face red after his exertions, pulled up his pants. Miranda walked to the stool and with a crooked finger beckoned to Helen, who slowly made her way across the room, having reluctantly released Justin.
Miranda slipped out of her dress and was naked all except for her red high heels. I felt Tony twitch at the sight of Miranda’s brown curvaceous body. Miranda then helped Helen disrobe and, in seconds, the woman from next door was naked, her nipples standing proud on her small breasts. Miranda cupped a hand on Helen’s mound and declared, “My, you’re sopping. Come feel this, Justin.”
I held my breath as Justin made his way to the two naked women, his cock still hanging from his trousers. Helen stood with her legs open and Justin felt her pussy, his middle finger sliding into the dark, wet recess.
“Oh fuck,” said Helen as the finger pushed, poked and pleasured her.
Miranda unbuttoned Justin’s trousers, let them drop and he stepped out of them. He was barefoot and naked from the waist down with his mammoth tube now in Miranda’s hands. She knelt, kissed and licked the huge knob end as a prelude to wrapping her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. Helen had her little fist on the shaft again and Justin removed his finger from her pussy as both women paid attention to his monster.
When Miranda stopped sucking and stood again, Justin had grown considerably. Helen’s hand was at the base, pressed up against his pubic hair, and the rest of his black baton was thick and pulsating, the veins clearly engorged. Helen stroked and rubbed along the length and I couldn’t help but sigh as it stiffened, hardened and rose steadily and dramatically.
“Oh my,” I said through pursed lips.
Tony kissed the top of my head and said, “I reckon he’s as big as your dildo.”
I nodded but didn’t speak. I concentrated on Justin’s growing pole which was being stroked by both girls. I was envious and frustrated. I so wanted to feel his pulsating flesh in my hands but, instead, I gripped Tony’s cock through his trousers. I knew I’d leaked into my panties and they became wetter when Miranda and Helen knelt in front of Justin as he masturbated his huge snake. Miranda caressed his balls and Helen sat back on her heels, massaging her tits and licking her lips ready for Justin’s ejaculate.
It wasn’t a long wait. The plum head swelled, opening up the one eye, and the first spurt landed in Helen’s hair. The second and third splattered into her face, the fourth gushed over her chest and the fifth Miranda took on her tongue. She turned to kiss Helen and I assumed she’d transferred Justin’s milky fluid into her mouth.
Justin’s wonderful dong slowly lowered from the horizontal until it was home again, lolling between his lean thighs. Helen planted a kiss on the purple dome before John handed her a face towel.
“Well,” said Gaynor, turning to look at Tony, “I think that wraps up tonight’s public entertainment. Did you enjoy the show?”
“I certainly did. I must congratulate you,” he said, “you know how to put on a show.”
With her throaty, husky chuckle, Gaynor said, “You haven’t seen nothing yet, the fun’s only just begun” and kissed him firmly on the lips before walking away to join Charlie and Justin, who had put his trousers back on.
“She’s never kissed me on the lips before,” said a surprised Tony.
I squeezed the bulge in his pants. “Get used to it, honey. I think she’ll be kissing lots more of you before this night’s over.” I winked and put a forefinger under his chin and closed his mouth. “That’s better, you don’t look quite so idiotic.”
Tony gazed into my eyes for a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed the tip of my nose and said, “I can’t wait. I mean,” he stammered, “you do mean you and Gaynor will be... er... ”
“Getting it on for you,” I supplied. “Yes, that’s what I mean. But first, why don’t you get me another drink?”
Tony kissed my nose again, squeezed me, and went to the dining room in search of more wine as I crossed the room to where Gaynor was wrapping up the proceedings.
I heard John thanking Gaynor and Charlie for another super night and Helen, dressed but disheveled, added, “I must have a shower. That delightful monster blew a load in my hair.” She ran fingers through her matted locks. “Ugh, what a mess. But what a bloody lovely way to get messed up.”
She laughed and noticed that I’d joined the group. “Ah, Jenny, have you enjoyed watching again?”
“Yes, Helen, it was very entertaining, thank you. I can see that you enjoyed taking part.”
“Oh yes, dearie,” she said with a smile lighting up her face. “I just love Justin’s big black cock, what a delight.” She paused, looking at me as Tony handed me a glass of wine. “I must say, Jen, I’m surprised you haven’t joined in. I mean, you’re a very attractive woman and, if you don’t mind me saying, I’ve watched you ogling Justin’s cock. Weren’t you tempted to have a feel.”
“Now, now,” cautioned John.
“No, it’s okay, John,” I said, clutching Tony’s hand. “Yes, Justin’s cock is amazing but I’m quite happy to look at it, thanks. No offence to you Helen, but I’m not into taking part in public displays other than as a viewer.”
“Ahh, a voyeur. Okay, dearie, if that’s how you get your kicks. It’s not for me, I’d rather get involved, press the flesh as it were. Isn’t that right, John?”
“Yes, Helen,” he said, ‘but, like I always tell you, we’re all different. Remember, if people like Jen didn’t like watching, we wouldn’t have anyone to perform to, would we? And, on that note, I really do think we should be going. You do need a shower, after all.”
Miranda left with the next door couple. “Another threesome on the cards there,” said Charlie and we all settled down with drinks just before midnight. I was the filling in a sandwich between Gaynor and Tony on the five-seater sofa while Justin and Charlie sat in separate armchairs.
“Everybody comfortable?” asked Charlie and, using a couple of remotes, dimmed the lighting and switched on a large, flat screen TV. Here we go, I thought, and yes, a porn film started to play. The opening scene quickly unfolded. A white girl playing with a huge black dildo (Where have I seen that before?) was joined by a buxom, wide-hipped black woman.
After three or so minutes of kissing and slurping on the screen, Gaynor said softly and urgently, “Uh, oh, it’s no good.” She looked beyond me at Tony. “Excuse me, there’s something I must do. Hope you don’t mind, Tony.”
Gaynor’s lips fixed on mine, her hands either side of my face. Her tongue swept into my mouth, licking and searching. I responded, murmuring low, and she sucked my tongue. I raised my hands to her large breasts, the nipples already hard beneath her cotton top. I rubbed and squeezed the soft yet firm globes, wanting and wishing to suckle them.
Gaynor stopped kissing, drew the cotton top over her head, leaving her magnificent tits to swing free. Tony moved in his seat next to me, half-turning to get a clearer view of his wife and their caramel-skinned friend.
“Are you okay with this,” I asked him.
He nodded, eyes wide and glinting. But no words. Struck dumb with anticipation and excitement.
Two prominent nipples awaited. I sucked, licked and teased them with my fingers as Gaynor murmured and ran her fingers gently through my abundant hair. “My turn,” she whispered and, stripping me of my top, fondled my heaving mounds, pinching and twisting my tender nips before lowering her head to gently suck and feed on those teats. Without faltering in her attentions to my chest, Gaynor parted my knees with her hands and slid over my body to wedge herself between my thighs. Her breasts squashed on my stomach and her hands smoothed along my rib cage, fingers so feather light, as she nuzzled in my cleavage, her soft cheeks brushing my boobs.
I was dripping into my panties and Gaynor decided now was the time to get naked.
She stood and disrobed, only the ruby-jewel in her navel left to adorn her silky soft skin. I raised my hips to assist Gaynor in the removal of my skirt. Now she knelt, hands on my open thighs and licked from my pubis up along my tummy. Her tongue swirled in my navel and I felt her fingers pulling at my panties. Her tongue travelled back down my torso as she slid my sodden briefs over my thighs, knees, calves and waited for me to lift my feet clear. I cupped my breasts, thumbing the aroused nipples, as Gaynor’s mouth pressed against my hairless pussy. Her tongue flicked along my slit and she huskily sighed, “Mmm, so juicy.”
Lapping, licking and sucking. I felt an orgasm rising from my depths and it flared up when Gaynor introduced a finger into my hole and thumbed my clit. My hips bucked uncontrollably; my volcano erupted, emitting sticky juice which Gaynor drank greedily.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, exhaling at last.
“You can say that again,” said Tony.
I turned my head to look at him and smiled when I saw he was grinning broadly. I pouted my lips for a kiss and Gaynor said, “I want that mouth now.”
She was standing, legs open with one hand at her mound, a finger sliding along her pink slit. “Lay down here,” she said, pointing to the floor.
I completed the move and Gaynor stood astride my shoulders, facing my feet. She squatted, put her hands at the side of my hips and lowered her pussy to my face. Her musky scent enveloped my senses and, as I held onto her lean thighs, I lapped at her open petals, flicked at her clit, poked into her entrance and sucked and kissed everywhere, her juices seeping on to my mouth and chin. “Whoa, whoa,” she said, “that’s good, very good. In fact, too damn good,” and she lifted off my face and rolled to one side. She propped up on one arm and looked at Tony, still transfixed in the corner of the huge sofa.
“What are you doing up there, Tony?” she asked. “C’mon, get down here with your wife... and get those stupid clothes off.”
I lay flat out, legs open; Gaynor knelt at my side, sitting back on her heels until Tony was naked. His cock was hard, pre-cum glistening on his bloated bell-end and he stood there, apparently unsure what to do.
“Give me a kiss,” said Gaynor, turning her head up to him. Tony bent to meet her lips and as they merged, Gaynor’s left hand cupped his heavy balls. Her fingers tickled his sac and I sat up, leaning back on both hands, to watch my man with another woman for the first time. They stopped kissing, Tony straightened up and Gaynor looked at me, a smile revealing her white teeth. She still cupped his sac and her thumb caressed his sensitive spheres. His seven-incher looked beautiful and I got on all fours and crept towards him.
Gaynor released his balls and rubbed her left hand over his buttocks. Her right hand gripped his penis and pointed it at my face. I licked the pre-cum, smacked my lips and purred my delight. Tony sighed and his thighs tightened when I took his head into my mouth. Slowly I consumed more of his thick length and began bobbing on his pulsating erection. With thumb and forefinger ringed around him, Gaynor stroked at his base. It wasn’t long before Tony’s cock expanded in my mouth, the head enlarged ready for release. I withdrew so that only the head was between my lips and Gaynor massaged the solid stem with increasing speed. The first spurt thudded fiercely into the roof of my mouth. I instinctively flinched and my lips released his cock which continued to gush, splattering my cheek, neck, shoulders and chest.
“That was glorious,” said Gaynor, still running her hand along Tony’s length.
“Bravo, bravo,” applauded Charlie and it was only then that I remembered she and Justin were in the room. And so, we had put on our first public performance.
I licked at Tony’s head, cleaning him with my tongue, but Gaynor maintained her grip on him and said, “This boy still wants to party. He’s still stiff.”
Charlie appeared at my side with a towel. “Is that right, Tony?” I said as Charlie wiped away his spent semen from my face and chest. “Are you still horny, you rampant sex maniac?”
“Course he is,” said Gaynor, “look at this.”
She removed her hand from his cock which remained proudly erect. “This cowboy’s got plenty of ride left in him.”
Tony chortled. “I’ve just had a fantasy come true,” he said, eyes bright and darting between me and Gaynor. “The only thing is, I never got to taste you two ladies.”
Gaynor looked at me, eyebrows raised. I smiled at her, shrugged my shoulders, palms upward and said, “I’m game if you are.”
“Right,” she said and immediately offered up her round mammaries. “Start by sucking on these puppies.”
Tony glanced at me and I encouraged him with a smile and nod, eyes staring straight into his face. “Go on, enjoy.”
While Tony pleasured himself, and Gaynor at her chest, I slipped two fingers into her mushy, warm tunnel. Soon she was sighing and wriggling, muttering, “Oh yes, yes, yes, oh yes.” until, both hands at the sides of his face, she lifted Tony from her bosom and kissed him urgently. She flooded my hand amid squishy sounds emitting from her flooded cave.
It was then that I noticed Justin was naked in his chair. Charlie sat between his feet, her right arm resting on his left thigh, and both were looking at us, ignoring the porn still playing on the TV. Justin’s whopping tool was resplendently stretched up his stomach, the monumental head resting just below his nipples. “Wow,” I muttered and shook my head.
Gaynor and Tony both followed the direction of my gaze.
The silence was broken when Gaynor again grasped Tony’s firm cock and told him, “This is a beauty, really hard and thick. No wonder Jen always has a smile on her face when she’s got this big thing to satisfy her. You’d better give it to her now.”
Tony looked at me, on my knees facing his rigid tool, and smiled. “Two things about that, Gaynor,” he said. “Jen and I have a great sex life, a great life altogether come to that. But she has a fantasy about a big cock. Like that one over there,” and he nodded at Justin. “We got a massive black dildo to help her meet that fantasy but...” he paused and looked at me, “it’s not the real thing, is it?”
It was my turn for the dropped jaw.
“And, anyway,” Tony continued, turning to look at Gaynor, who absently stroked his manhood, “I’m still hard like this because I find you, well, I find... ”
“Find me fuckable?” she offered.
Tony nodded. “Yes,” he said softly. “Very fuckable, very attractive and... ”
“What do you say, Jen?” Gaynor cut him short and looked into my eyes. “Would it be okay for Tony to complete his fantasy and fuck me? Eh, what d’you think?”
I got off my knees and put a hand behind Tony’s neck, pulling him into a kiss. “If that’s really what you want Tony, go ahead. You have my blessing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hmm,” I nodded. “But I’d rather you didn’t leave the room. Do it here where I am.”
Then came the stunner. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said. “I thought we’d both enjoy our fantasies together. If Justin’s willing, that is.”
My heart bumped, missed a couple of beats and my knees weakened. “Let me get this straight,” I said, my voice wavering. “You fuck Gaynor and Justin fucks me? Right now, right here?”
“Yes, isn’t that what you’d like, a real live big black cock? Not a plastic toy, the real thing, flesh and blood.”
I wiped my brow with the back of a hand. “Well, yes, it’s my fantasy, my curiosity, you know that.”
“Well, then, this is the moment,” he said, and turned towards Justin. “Is that okay with you?”
I looked again at the vast, towering tube and then at Justin’s smiling face. “Sure, be my pleasure if the little lady would like to come over here.”
So, there it was: an invitation not to be refused. I kissed Tony, squeezed his hand and said, “Thanks, darling. Gaynor will take good care of you, I know.”
I smiled at both of them and, on trembling legs, crossed the room. The titanic cock seemed to get even bigger as I approached.
Charlie remained in her position but her left hand gripped Justin’s cock at the base and lifted him upright. It was colossal and the old doubts about accepting such a prodigious missile worried me.
Justin smiled, “Hello, Jen. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
I wasn’t sure about that but I reached for his plum. It was soft and silky smooth in my palm and I slid my hand down his thick shaft. “God,” I whispered, “you’re massive, mega.”
“It’s one helluva jumbo cock,” said Charlie, letting go and scooting a few feet away.
“Turn around,” said Justin, “and sit in my lap.”
I turned, backed up between his outstretched legs, and slowly lowered onto his lap. Justin held the epic tube down in front of me. When I settled, he put his hands on my waist and his cock slapped up against my tummy. The bulbous head nestled between my tits and I wondered again how I’d ever managed to take him in. I put both hands around his shaft and began to stroke him, all the way up and down.
Across the room, I saw Tony sprawled on the sofa and Gaynor was astride him, looking down at him as she reached for his cock and fed it between her pink petals. The very same petals that I had been sucking and kissing only minutes ago. Once inserted, Gaynor leaned forward, arms straight and hands at the side of Tony’s head. He massaged her full breasts and she began a rhythmic ride of his rigid erection.
Justin put his hands over mine to halt my stroking. “How would you like to do it? What position, Jen?”
I thought about it for a few seconds. “If I lay across this chair arm, could you stand between my legs and do it?”
“Sure,” he said, “sounds good for penetration.”
Penetration! That giant storming my entrance! I stood aside while Justin got up from the seat. His horizontal cock bounced, his big balls tight up. I settled my rear on the chair arm and lay back, legs apart, pelvis jutting up, my labia spread and inviting. Charlie appeared, put a cushion beneath my head and asked, “Is that comfortable?”
“Mmm, yes thanks.”
“Your pussy looks lovely,” she said. “Mind if I touch it?”
Why not, I thought? “Go ahead, see if I’m ready for his monster.”
Charlie stood between my legs and rubbed two fingers between my yawning lips. I was wet, no doubt, and got even wetter when Charlie teased my clit. Finally, she bent and kissed my pussy. “You’re ready, enjoy,” she said.
Justin replaced her between my legs and I smiled up at him. The purple dome was inches from my sopping tunnel and, with his right hand, Justin placed it between my puffy lips. Still holding his shaft, he proceeded to feed the helmet into my opening and swiftly pressed on, breaking through my tunnel entrance. I yelped, not loud, and held my breath.
“It’s okay,” he said. “The head’s in, just relax. You took it well.”
And so he began, just like my initial experience. I looked along my torso to my raised mound and watched as he gradually sank the black hulk into my stretched pussy. I was tight, my tunnel walls clenched around his vast trunk. But the oversized head kept on coming, snaking and foraging ever onward. My first orgasm came suddenly, almost without warning, but the flowing juices helped ease Justin’s journey. He explored further into my cavern, inch at a time, and I could see about three or four inches still to enter when I flooded again. This time the build up was slow and intense and I held my breath until my head was spinning.
“Breathe, Jen,” said Charlie.
I exhaled and smiled. “Wow, that was something else,” I said and the snake continued to burrow further and deeper into my hidden domain. I was sure I was full. He must have reached the end of my tunnel. I looked again just as our pubic bones met.
Justin stood still, smiling down at me. “Okay, Jen?”
“Oh yes,” I blurted. “Okay and ready Mr Giant Cock.”
The long reverse journey left me gasping and empty. I immediately missed having the firm, thick flesh pressing against my walls. Deep inside me was now a vacuum until... here it comes again: the great helmet dragging the huge wriggling snake behind him.
I lost count of the times Justin journeyed up and down, employing all of his immense expanse. He withdrew until his plum head nestled between my lips and then plunged the whole length back in. I was in a constant state of orgasmic pleasure. Tingling shocks rampaged throughout my quivering body. I squeezed my tits, breathed deeply and heavily, panted at times, and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. I was in a wild frenzy, aroused to fever pitch.
"Yes, fuck yes, oh yes," I mumbled, "don't ever stop, keep giving it to me. Oh yes, all of it, all of it."
But it couldn’t last for ever. This gigantic fuck had to end sometime and I nearly passed out when the enormous head expanded, swelled and thickened in the secret depths of my love canal. Justin increased his rhythm, withdrawing probably only three inches and driving back in hard. It became a furious fuck, plunging, pounding, expanding and drilling. He came. Great gushes spurted from Justin's thick length which was so unbelievably deep within me. My dark cavern flooded, warm and sticky juices swilled around.
Justin’s chest heaved and I was suddenly totally exhausted. Sweat was bubbling on my brow and more ran between my tits. My chest undulated like a raging sea.
I lolled my head to one side and glanced across the room. Tony was between Gaynor’s legs and he, too, seemed in a state of collapse. I watched her tap him on his back and he raised himself and withdrew his limp, glistening cock. I took that as a cue.
“Thanks, Justin,” I managed to whisper. “Take it slowly when you leave.” I smiled and he nodded.
The withdrawal ended with serious amounts of our mingled fluids pouring from my huge, stretched hole. When it flopped out, the cock was still super-sized: soaked and shining black with the snake’s eye open at the tip of the bulging head. It was a sight never to be forgotten.
Justin offered a hand to help me up. I stood on shaky legs. Tony and Gaynor reached me just as Charlie jammed a towel between my legs, mopping up the constant overflow.
“Hi,” I said, grabbing Tony’s hand and looking into his eyes.
“Hi,” he whispered back. “Everything okay? Was it what you expected?”
I squeezed his hand. “Everything’s fine,” I said. “But don’t let's talk about it just yet. What I want to do now is snuggle up in bed with you. Is that okay?”
“Fine,” he said. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
“No, not one day," I said. “Enough to last a lifetime.”
“Yep, I get what you’re saying, Jen. I couldn’t agree more.”
