
The young police officer half-staggered into the room, but the pair of passion-involved girls were still unaware in their whispering intimacy. They squirmed hotly against each other in their infused nakedness, breasts to breasts, soft bellies writhingly meeting, the fully rounded mounds of Jean's whitely undulating buttocks quivering and rippling as she feverishly ground her wet loins down against those of the spread-thighed Carol beneath her! To this unrestrained exhibition, Mark lustfully pulled at his clothes, feeling almost drunk without benefit of a drink in the bitter sexual arousal that had vengefully overwhelmed him!
He controlled the urge to back out, debating the effective shock of smartly slapping his young wife across her provocatively wriggling young ass and demanding she move her face out from between Steve's wife's legs to make room for a throbbing male cock! And Christ knows, that's what it was, a poling length of thumping hardness from the inconceivably cock-hardening spectacular the two nakedly entwined woman had unwittingly staged for him! His rancorous, lust-charged brain had already crudely fashioned its lecherous path of revenge, the fervid wet gleam in his eyes nothing short of hotly inspired desire!
Carol Foster saw him then… opened her eyes to gaspingly witness him in the act of dropping his shorts, a choking sound of shock bursting from deep within her throat!
"Oh! Oh… my God! Mark!" she gurgled, trying to sit upright and roll Jean from between her widespread legs! "Mark… Mark…!"
"Yeah, it's me, Mark!" he mockingly repeated, standing naked with hands on his hips, his long, thickly rigid cock cleaving the air like a choice length of cement-hardened hose! "Surprise! Thought I'd come and join the party… though I doubt that men are too welcome, eh?"
His blonde, young wife jerked and heaved onto her side, just as if a white-hot rod had been thrust up between her legs, he thought bitterly, the wicked smile stretching his mouth and the harsh laugh emitting from him nothing short of vicious.
