I let the water run good and hot, and the bathroom quickly filled with steam. I had been in the shower just a minute or two when the door slid open a...d Tom was standing there, naked and half-hard. I backed up a step and he climbed in. Not for the first time, I just looked at him, admiring his physique. Turning him around, I soaped him slowly from head to foot, kneading the muscles in his shoulders, his back, his buttocks, thighs and and calves. He almost purred in satisfaction. I turned him. I smell like a pig!”I wished I could tell them that I would give my left nut to have them come sit their sweaty pussies right on my face.“Well, if he’s still with us at a hostel, then he’s as good as fucked”“Wait, who is going to fuck him?”“ME!”“No fucking way! You just said I was the slut! I get him!”“You can blow him out here! I get him after I shower!”They both laughed at that and the conversation trailed off. The next morning, I woke up to them softly talking again.“I have to pee”“Then. God, the blonde bitch must be fucking that poor girl to death, Laura thought, with a little envy. Sholandra had a beautiful body, and Laura had spent many lovely times in bed with her.But all of this, even thoughts of Trina, went out the window one day when a new work team was formed and Laura found herself in a two-hour meeting with about fifteen new people. One of them was Randi Foster, a tall black woman with long, thin braids, a beautiful face, and a breathtaking slender but curvaceous. He wonders about the amount of food for lunch until Jenny walks out dressed for church with two of her sisters. He grins at having the two girls along to keep an eye on them. He greets them all, opens the doors, helps them all get seated, and drives them the short distance to the church. If they weren’t going out for a picnic after church it wouldn’t be worth driving the short distance to the church on the southern edge of the town.Like in all small towns Mort is the display of the week on his.