‘Uh, no problem.’ I blushed. ‘Ladies?’ ‘Yes, Richie?’ Jill answered for both of us. ‘It’s about eleven, how about we stop for the nigh...?’ ‘Sure, Richie, sounds good. You must be tired, driving all that way.’ ‘He’s only driven four hours,’ I mumbled to the door. We got a room in a little Motel 6 right off I-90. Jill had gone in and gotten the room. She had flirted her way into a nonsmoking room with two queen beds while somehow only paying for one person. Richard and I sat in the car staring. As I was climbing the ladder at the deep end, Chuck asked, " are you a bottom, or top "? It took me by surprise, to say the least! After hesitating briefly, I said " bottom " … he said great, I'm a top!.. This guy was nice looking, and I'd say, about mid 50's, with a nice build. I dove in, and swam to the shallow end where he was sitting, and said, why not just join me and cool off ? He stood up, took off his T-shirt and shoes, and dropped his pants and shorts, and stepped down in the water a. My cock was at the end of its restrain and I felt the need of the strongest ejaculation of my life. But Rubina completely unware of the effect of her almost naked body on me, said, -You are a good brother Anu. Let me sleep a little more. Then she looked at my face. Probably seeing the sweats on my face or something, she said, -Why are you still wearing that wet shirt of yours. Put it off. You will feel good. I removed my shirt and my well worked out body was in full view.I saw node of approval. We also developed a continuing close friendship with Ingrid. We saw her on a regular basis to help her structure the scholarly paper that she hoped to publish about her work with Lydia and I in the Journal of American Psychiatry (using monikers for our real names to preserve our anonymity). Of course it wasn't all work. We usually reserved at least three or four hours to fuck and suck each other in various three-way combinations. Ingrid was also a regular attendee at the group sex parties with.