Ms. T and I broke off for a kiss and fondle, behind Jessica's back.
They both take profound pleasure in the theatre of sex - dressing to undress. T, now down to her knickers, black holdups and irresponsibly high heels, stalked around us for a moment. I stroked Jessica's defenseless pink bottom while T surveyed her kingsize domain with a mischievous smile.
Her arse in the air, Jessica was enjoying herself serving as the centre of attention.
In wordless coordination, T and I moved into new positions. Jessica's mouth was fetchingly positioned at the edge of the bed. It seemed like an obvious next step to remove my clothes right in front of her nose while T slid a pair of fingers down between Jessica's thighs.
I can't say for sure, not being able to see what was going on over on the other side, but I'm pretty sure that T did not put any fingers inside Jessica until I had stuffed her mouth full of cock from the other direction.
The muffled sound was deep and greedy. Hungry.