''That's because you're off tomorrow morning, ' she said reasonably, 'and no-one wants stuff rotting in the fridge; anyway, poor Laura looked exhauste... when I arrived. You must have screwed her right through the mattress.''Wine doesn't rot, and she was probably faking it to scare you.' he grumbled, and swung himself off the bed. 'Come on then, sweetheart. Let's have that shower, and try not to drip on the carpet when you get up.' She giggled.'Rude bastard. I should have bitten it off when I had. She could only nod vehemently. She fell forward and buried her face in his pillow as sobs wracked her. He held her tightly.One of the nurses came over. "Is everything all right?" she asked anxiously.Hank, smiling broadly, nodded. Fiona's tear stained face came up sharply."Very, very all right," she said and beamed. "Sorry," she added, "I'm making an exhibition of myself."She disentangled herself from Hank and kissed his nose. She grabbed a tissue from box on the bedside table and blew her nose. Now our positions are reversed, me standing and him laying there looking up at me.“Lay back,” I say. He does.I straddle him. He’s hard as a rock, but I’ve cooled off and need to warm up again. So, looking down at him I sort of scoot up until my knees are right at his arm pits. I spread my knees farther apart, lowering my pussy closer to his beautiful smile. He’s looking up at me while he lifts his head to kiss my pussy.I could faint, but somehow I manage to pull his head up by the hair and ride. Lisa was rubbing and sucking as fast as she could. Her lower face was covered already with sperm that had either dripped from a very large load or either the owner came premature before she got her mouth on the cock and he shot off all over her mouth and chin. A long dusky looking black cock came through the hole and Lisa just ignored it for a while. The black man was thinking he would get his cock sucked. Lisa had told me once, as a matter of fact, several times that she would suck a dog cock.