I shrugged and nodded.I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say? Jane turned to Mike, "May I?" Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He turned back to Jane, "Sure, Jane, if you want to." Jane got up off her chaise and walked to Mike's, "Oh, I want to." My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared at his cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and longer as we watched. Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small tremble in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and touched Mike's cock, wrapping her hand around it. Her fingers didn't even come close to making it all the way around. None of us said a word. All three of us were intently watching my wife's hand as it slowly pulled back Mike's foreskin off the head of his cock, and then let go, so the skin slid back to cover the head, again. Over and over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike's shaft. Jane's other hand made its way down to Mike's balls, where it cupped and lifted them, as if weighing them. I didn't have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was now a hard ten inches of cock. I couldn't even guess its girth. All this time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch by inch, until she was only inches away from Mike's erection. I was watching hi cock as intently as my wife. Mike's foreskin was so thick and long, that even when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still long enough to entirely cover his head. So both Jane and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip; and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover the head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top, like a shiny diamond on a ring. |