Starting out hot and then finishing up with a cold shower, I felt physically renewed. As often happened, I'd sprouted a woody in the shower, perhaps b...cause I so religiously washed it. So, drying off I took my time, waiting for the boner to subside.In the periphery of my vision, I saw motion out the bathroom doorway. Looking that way, I saw that a dresser mirror gave me a view into the room and the movement I'd noted was Jean and Margi. Jean was holding up a bikini top, apparently offering it. She stepped back and looked at Abdul locked in his stall."You'll get your turn tomorrow." She swooned, thinking excitedly about the plan she had come up with on the way home.She peeled off her top, her plump creamy tits bared. She shook them, then stepped back again as Blazer rumbled his lips. "Easy. Let me get my clothes off first."Blazer nudged his young mistress, knocking her to the hay-strewn floor. He dropped his head, his wet drooling mouth soaking the flesh of Lynne's jiggling. There are five scenes and at least one of them has to be girl-girl. More than two scenes and the costs go up appreciably. There are usually five or six chicks in a film and two or three guys and often extras for group sex or threesomes. The chicks earn more than the guys but it's the guys who have the hardest job: and that's to provide wood, even when they've long tired from fucking a bitch who doesn't give a shit about him. But you don't script the sex stuff. That's sort of worked out on the. Throwing a leg over Frank’s, Ronnie reached under the sheet and slid her fingers through the gap in his boxers. A stiff prick was waiting inside. In response, her husband tucked one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around her shoulders, his hand reaching down to idly massage her asscheeks and the crack separating them.“I told you we shouldn’t have started fooling around this afternoon,” Ronnie quietly chided him, lightly fondling his dick.“Eh, so what,” whispered back her husband..