Both could have used more sleep, but work beckoned. They finally staggered to the shower hand-in-hand to wake and wash their sex coating away. Dan was...amazed and concerned at the bruises all over Laura’s body. He took her wash cloth and tried to tenderly wash away the hurt. Hickeys on her neck looked ugly, and would advertize her passionate activity for days. Her tits were still red, bruised finger and thumbprints were darkening. They wouldn’t wash away. Greg’s teeth marks were apparent. Mark moved to his wife's side of the bed and covered her with the remaining blanket. Moving over to his dresser, he opened the Thank-you card, he bought three weeks ago. He remembered when Rob, Carol and he had met for coffee. At first, it seemed natural to meet his co-worker and his wife, at the local cafe.He and Rob had shared a few beers after work, and both men had found they had a lot in common. When Rob had mentioned that he and his wife were swingers, Mark found himself curious about it.. I took the opportunity to run my hand up and down my smooth thigh, sighing quietly at the sensation. It had only been a few hours since I had been fucked and already my pussy was starting to let me know it needed attention. After a quickie fuck against the stairway banister before school Daddy had left for work. Not having time for another shower Mommy had knelt down in front of me and quickly cleaned up my pussy. Her tongue was wickedly talented and had me cumming twice before she drove me. Quietly he stepped from the toilet and into his bathtub, and then peered more closely through the open spaces, trying to make out parts of the room. Curious about the life being lived elsewhere in the city. Suddenly conscious of what he was doing, he held his hand up to the window to see if enough light was reflected to make him ever so slightly visible from the other side. He didn't think so.He inspected the room for a minute or so, imagining life on the other side from the few visible clues..