One time they got into a discussion of Spanish food and John mentioned that his friend in Hong Kong had received a Michelin star and was friends with ...erran Adria. Marella proceeded to blurt out that she was familiar with El Bulli restaurant. This gorgeous nineteen-year-old and her breadth of knowledge again stunned John and he got hard. How the hell did she know about El Bulli he thought to himself? Her remark caused him more than anything to want to drag her off to the bedroom and reward her. I did this for a few minutes and we kissed. At some point she must have decided she was ready for me, because she turned into me and I pulled her body against mine. My cock was still hard, never having gone down. I rolled on top of Sandy and got her legs apart. We were looking deeply into each other's eyes as I pressed the head of my cock against her swollen pussy. I wanted this moment to last forever as I slid it into her wet cunt. Sandy shivered and I let out a few moans of my own as I. “What?” I whine, but you’re gone. Off to get my towel, I hope. A minute later, the shower door opens again and you step in with me, naked, your erection giving away the nature of your thoughts and clueing me in to the cost of forgetting my towel. Your cocky smile melts my resolve, but I still have to warn you… “Honey…you know I love this…but I didn’t plan for it this morning. I didn’t get up early enough for sex in the shower.” You lean in to me and kiss beneath my ear, brushing the wet hair. Preferably while still dripping wet of saliva, to loosen me up and make me ready for his glance. Although the marbles in my rear already had taken that task. They had kept me so wide for the past hour that I could take his dick in an instant if he wanted me to. All of the sudden he looked up. “What are you doing?” he said suspiciously.“N-nothing, just writing.” I tried to put my dick back into my pants, but my boner turned out to be too big for the small opening in my zipper, and I couldn’t.