How could I refuse? I extended my hands to the arms of Chuck's chair. Now I could pump way up and down her chest and then go way up onto her face and way deep in her mouth. Poor Chuck. My face was only a foot from his. He cringed away from me but couldn't avoid seeing every erotic pleasure his wife was giving written on my face; and if he looked down he had a porno cameraman's closeup of the double squeegee job she was giving me with her mouth and tits; and if he turned away (which he dared not) the squishes of my sausage and eggs slipping...