They even washed her hair. It felt so good to be clean that Helen almost forgot the male hands running all over her.?Crawl to that table and chair and...sit down.?She was sitting at a small dressing table with a mirror, a brush and comb, and a tube of lipstick.?Fix your hair.?It took her a long time to fix the mess her hair had become. She hadn’t been able to touch it since she’d been captured. When her hair was finally lying sleek and smooth on her head she was told to put on the lipstick and. ..like I said, guilt was starting to hit me hard. I felt bad for seducing the boys, real bad. And I wondered how they would react once they were awake. I need not have worried. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and there sat Aaron on one bed, and Matt on the couch. They were looking at me, a bit meekly. I said "You two okay?"Aaron snorted, "Hell yeah, we're fine. But how are you?"I sighed, and sat on the edge of Aaron’s bed, saying "Well, I feel guilty by making you guys have sex. I guess I was a bit insane at the time.Since then, I tried not to allow myself to grieve the death of our relationship. I needed to keep the anguish at bay. Never the less, I was continually depressed. My sub conscious mind kept asking questions for which there was no answer.For the first six months after our separation she tried to call me a number of times. If she left a message, I erased it. If I answered and I heard her voice, I hung up. It was a matter of self defense. I knew, despite. I start rubbing it withoutthinking; suddenly I am taken by rushes of pleasure. My hips start to bucka little without me even noticing, my nipples became like rocks; hard anddefiant. I keep rubbing faster and more furiously, I can hardly take itanymore. I almost want to stop it, but I keep going. Then it finallyhappens, as I cum I feel the pressure released as juices squirt from mytwat.I continued to play with my clit for awhile, until I finally let out asmall scream of pleasure. Cumming again.