After, I thought it best to go back with my husband, but as I opened her door, she whispered, “Won’t Doug be upset with us spending half the night...together?” I told her not to k** herself because he was every bit as perverted as either of us. I pointed out that he’d read all about us in my diary and was OK with everything primarily because he was so emotionally excited by sexual women. I told her I had only to crawl back into bed with him, hold his head in my hands and give him a juicy French. His mouth hung open and he was panting hard. He looked just as drained as I felt! He sort of stumbled to his feet, and took a large sip of wine. I propped my still trembling body up on my elbows, and watched him for a while. For some reason I thought of mum, or rather why the fuck she would let a lover like Andrew go! ‘Give me some?’ I said, holding my hand out. He grabbed the bottle and flopped down next to me. His shirt was wet with sweat, but that didn’t even smell disgusting like most men. Finally making up the lost time she started to relax a bit and started to look around the shop when she realised she was in need of a pee as she had not been that morning so she headed for the toilet to reileve the growing ache in her bladder. She finally reached the toilets only to find that they were out of order and she was unable to relieve herself.A sudden panic flashed over her at the situation that she now found herself in and the urge to pee grew stronger.That monring Sarah was dressed. I usually get a boner when I see a beautiful man with nice bodies and he have a GREAT one. He had some strange(for me at that time) teak, when he was talking about girls, he was poking me and some time he was poking my cock. In time he was poking mostly my cock than rest of my body. We became more playful, until one day in class I was dragging my fingers across his legs and we were laughing quietly for short time, than he said "Stop it!", I asked him why? while I was doing it even more.