Felicity looks up, hoping for some sign from him of what he expects from her now. But instead, he just stands there smiling at her, looking from her face downwards. Felicity’s eyes travel down as well, returning to the cock that she seems to have returned to life, now all clear of any evidence of the sex she has witnessed. She looks on as the cock twitches, each time it does it seems to stiffen that little bit more.
“Oh you see, this is why I love young cock, look how fast he recovers, doubt you could do that at your age Anthony” Mrs Hendry says with a wonder in her voice. “Now young man, is that hard for me or the young girl there?”
“Now don’t confuse the poor boy Audrey” he chides her from beside the bed, “you know teen boys can’t think straight when there is the chance of any sex.”
“Ah yes, fair point, and anyway, I will be honest, I think I need a rest, so looks like it’s Felicity’s turn to feel this horny young man’s cock in her.”
Felicity looks up from the cock she has been staring at, slowly becoming aware of the conversation that the two older members of this weird quartet are having. And she knows they must be joking, surely they wouldn’t be suggesting she gets fucked by the waiter and not him, the man who brought her upstairs what seems like ages ago.
“Well, my horny young stud” Mrs Hendry whispers as she reaches out to take hold of the now fully erect cock, “wouldn’t you love to be able to boast to your friends how you did an old bird and a young fitty in the same night, right next to each other?” She gently strokes the cock, rending the waiter almost speechless as he comprehends what is being suggested.
For her part, Felicity is kneeling there equally in shock at this turn of events, wondering if he really expects her to do what is being suggested, but somehow knowing she would do it if he asked her to.
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