First moving her right hand down and then her left, she plucked my shirt from my waistband she weaved her hands inside. Her hands roamed around kneadi...g and holding content to just hold and be held. After a while she looked up and I knew this to be the signal that she wanted to be kissed. Our mouth had just joined when another crashing wave ended its journey and sure enough two to three seconds later the spray hit us. Her right hand was now working its way past the waistband of my jeans. I felt. All four boys laid back on the bed, the wife apparently stood up, wiping the cum from around her face and her dress and sat on the corner of the dresser, one leg over the corner the other touching floor the cold surface feeling nice on her bare arse. "Well" said one of the boys, "was the experiment a success", "Yes" said the wife "all different but all good, and I think I'm going to need to do this again", Anytime said another. How about showing us yours said one, "what this" said the wife as. She was going to take some people home. She didn't drink that night for that reason. Jim offered but she told him he had too much to drink."When she left, Jim was back on me again, right away. It was only me and him. You weren't around. He kept touching me and fingering me the same way you do. He told me we just had a few minutes till Linda got back and we could turn that fantasy into a reality. I don't know why I did it but I went into his bedroom and,... well, you know the rest." No, tell. All I got was a blank but puzzled stare. I patted my chest, said "Me Charlie," pointed to her and asked "You?" I repeated it several times and then I think the penny dropped and I got what sounded like gibberish. It wasn't English anyway. So I just nodded. I had to do something to get the dirt and the dried blood off her and looked around for something that holds water. I saw a goatskin hanging by the entrance and on examination discovered it was indeed water. How was I going to wash her? I.