I looked at her pussy, the lips swollen and glistening with sex, her cunt still open where her lovers cock had been and a trickle of white cum drippin... coming out of it, dripping down the crack of her ass. I could smell his cum and her cunt juices and it was driving me crazy I pushed my face into the hot sweetness of her pussy. I licked her outer lips, sucked on them then moved my tongue up and down her inner lips. I kept licking lower until I reached the rivulet of cum that was oozing from. All she had to do is go downstairs but she stood there. I dropped the towel and reached for some talc and as I rubbed it onto my genitals I turned so she could see what I was doing. Her eyes never left my cock which was getting harder by the minute!She kept saying how sorry she was and then said, "I mean if you walked in on me in the shower I would never tell anyone." This got me super hard and I told her, "I will remember that!" She chuckled at that and in a slightly less timid tone se. She said wow, what a lovely hard long cock. She proceeded to rub my foreskin up and down, whilst I played with her tits and rubbed her pussy through her knickers. We were both getting very excited by now as we both played with each other. We kissed each other and it was a lovely passionate deep-throat kiss. She was breathing very hard by now and I was so super excited I thought I would explode. She said could I please put my fingers in her pussy? I of course did. She was absolutely soaking wet. ‘We thought it would be rather fun, since we’re to be imprisoned together for rather longer than we expected, to have a story-telling week-end. It’s not absolutely imperative for you to tell a story, and nobody expects you all to be a Chaucer. This is hardly Canterbury Tales, but if you can join in the spirit of the thing, don’t feel embarrassed. But of course, if you do tell a story, it is expected to be on the sexy side. In fact the sexier the better. And if the stories encourage you to act.