The next conscious thought I had was that I needed a shower badly. Not only did I smell bad, my body was sticky from the dried sweat. I slipped into t...e shower at 6AM. Bernard was sleeping soundly and I was glad. I got the coffee started before he stirred."Shit, I'm sure I smell like bad sex and cheap perfume," he said. I was pretty sure we had done the same thing that I had, but to different memories. Well maybe the memories were similar after all, I thought."Well take a shower, and we will. Eunice pushed Stanley off her longenough to rearrange her breasts in her bra and straighten out her blouse.Rommie pulled the drivers seat forward and helped Eunice out, Stanleyscrambled out after her. Stanley was afraid that they would suddenly change their minds, or laugh,or, well, something. But Eunice put her arm around him from one side, andRommie from the other, and then they took turns kissing him. They made it up to the apartment in a tangle of arms and legs. Onceinside, Eunice dragged. That girl would cling to life until the very last second. Nothing frightened her more than death, for some reason. Not pain, not me, nothing. She'd obviously never lost anyone she'd loved, because I'd lost my fear of death long ago, when I was nine years old. It was life that the girl should be afraid of, I thought, and I wondered if she was afraid of God too.The pole was a central stanchion, one of several pillars upon which the house was built. It was the smooth and ancient trunk of a redwood. I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.Rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my asshole with his powerful strokes, his fingers kneading my heavy breasts. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy balls on my chin. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.I wanted them all to flood my holes.I squeezed tight around Rich’s.