Ron had been trying to count pulse beats and watch the second hand, all while still rather intoxicated, and completely self-conscious about the display he was unable to avoid. For the first time in what seemed like hours, the fear of offending Pam and the simple diversion of forcing his brain away from sex to count her pulse rate, allowed some of the steel to fade from his erection. He could feel the softening, and hoped he would soon be able to slip away and reposition a more pliable dick down between his legs to be a little less obvious.

It happened so fast, he was unable to react in...