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The only thing I can see is him.

The only thing I can feel is him.

We come together, like one person.

Chapter 16

HARRISON

“Boone, do you hear that?”

We stand in the darkened game room for a second, just listening to the nearly silent air. Of course we are always ready for one of the kids to be making some noises, but that is not it.

Then we see the patio lights.

Then we see Ambrose and Jolene.

This is good.

She is sitting astride him, working her hips like a stripper, groaning as she swallows his cock up in that beautiful pussy.

Her skirt is twisted over her hips, and those round, milky thighs jiggle as she bounces up and down.

“Oh my God,” Boone says next to me.

“Dibs on next,” I call immediately.

He sucks his teeth. “Man, whatever,” he scoffs. “I’m going to get a drink.”

They don’t even notice us as they finish, they are so into it. I can’t tear my eyes away. Somebody was thoughtful enough to set the table with beer and wine and snacks. What a treat.

I crack open a beer and lean against the table, angling for a better view of Jolene’s pussy. When she rises up, I can see her delicate little snatch, all covered in downy fluff.

Then Ambrose says “Look at me!” And they lock eyes. They both shiver and groan as they come together, locked like a couple of eagles.

“Oh my God,” Boone says again.

He’s a poet, I guess.

Jolene and Ambrose stare at each other for a while, then kind of relax. She lets her for head fall against his chest and when she opens her eyes again, she sighs and smiles at me.

“Can I get you a drink?” I smirk as I pour a glass of red wine.

“Oh, hello, boys,” she purrs, all thick and contented. “Let me clean up a bit…”

“No, no, none of that,” I smile. “Come over here and relax. Looks like you had a workout.”

Ambrose is shielded but smiling as he kisses her one last time, then tugs his trousers back up. My only regret about Ambrose getting to her first is that he’s got that cock that is super wide. I hope she snaps back quickly.

Jolene takes a glass of wine from me and brushes her hair back from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“How was work?” she asks sweetly.

“Oh, are we doing this? Small talk?” I ask.

She shrugs one shoulder. I think it’s cute how out of it she is now. I’d like to put her all the way out of it.

“Isn’t that what girlfriends do? Ask you about your day?”

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