It took a few moments, but Kat was slowly coming down.  Still aching and crawling with desire, it took a conscious effort on the young woman's part not to immediately wipe herself off.  Geoffrey helped, however, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto the couch where her naked, taut backside sank snugly on the seat next to his own.  As he drew her close she smiled a little more genuinely across - first to Terry, then Patti - even as that liquid white still ran down along her chin and cheeks.  Given a moment, she'd quietly lift her right hand and smudge a bit of it from the path of her eye, but otherwise she basked in this nasty, wretched feeling.<em>"It was good,"</em>she said, finally turning her grin onto Geoff just long enough for a tiny left hand to branch out and squeeze his nearer thigh.<br/><br/>Patti, meanwhile, was quite comfortable where she sat.  Terry's shriveled length trapped in the crevice between her asscheeks' lower swells, the woman's milky thighs were split over her lover's lap.  Given a moment she was lifting her left hand, idly brushing a palm over that healthy left breast so as to tease at her own nipple.  Unlike the men, she could likely go for days if given the chance.  This was nice, though, and her husband kept them on point.  Her eyes met his, then darted to Kat and her response with a pleased grin.<em> "Loved it, Honey.  He's as good as I told you he'd be."  </em>Even as she spoke, Patti's ass continued to drizzle the remnants of Terry's most recent explosion into his lap, and of course the faces of his thighs were slick with ample nectar which still crept from her satisfied lips.