As Beth settled into his lap, his cock still lodged in her, he felt a moment of deep emotion.  "Yes, Beth.  We should have done this a long time ago.  But I am glad we finally did it.  It was worth the wait."  They just held each other for a moment until George's softening cock slipped out releasing a stream of his cum and Beth's juices into his lap.  "Oooh.  Warm and sticky," George commented as it slid down his thighs.  "Just like you, Beth," George joked.<br/><br/>"Vicki, my love, as far as I am concerned they can stop by anytime.  Maybe a weekly card game so that Fred can donate some of his hard earned money to the steam cleaning fund."  George looked at the couch and chair, covered in sexual spend and sweat.  He laughed.  "Well, we hardly touched the food.  Why don't I get us some snacks to bolster our energy and refill the tanks before we call it a night?  Beth, would you care to help me?"  George asked as he stood up dislodging Beth from his lap and taking her hand as his cock dangled dripping between his legs.<br/><br/>George popped into the guest bath and grabbed a pair of towels.  He tossed one to Fred as he used the other to first wipe Beth, then himself.  They might not be clean, but they weren't dripping anymore.  "So, Beth, what do you think is an appropriate post-coital snack?"  Then he addressed the group, "Who wants coffee?"