By the time she'd stopped spurting semen from all those cocks, she'd been exhausted. This time, though, with Charisma doing all the work, she was able...to retain her strength and, yes, to enjoy herself, as her hostess had recommended that she try to do.In unison, Charisma's four pricks lunged between Tiffany's six breasts, retreating together for a moment before renewing their plunging assaults, and Tiffany's half dozen tits bounced and jiggled as one in the face of the pumping organs' unified,. .so I stood there looking down at my cock and suddenly she appeared in the doorway.....she looked at me and paused for a second as she looked at me almost stroking my cock....she then looked up at me and gave me a wide smile...I think she liked the attention she was getting from the two of us....she then said...."Sir I have put all your cloth for wash...can you help me put into dryer"....at this point i was contemplating...should I remove my hand slowly from my cock as if she caught me by. This time there was much less build-up. I moaned into her mouth as she caressed and stroked me, a few times releasing and sliding her hand down to caress my balls, or tease along where my thighs and groin met, just as I had done to her.I moaned deeply and felt myself throb in her hand, and she knew without my saying anything I was growing close. This time Becky just tossed back the sheet and blanket and slid between my thighs. She watched as her hand was sliding up and down, and then she raised. " She agreed and they went into the shower. She had removed his bandage, and had a stool for him to sit on while she washed him from head to toe. He washed her just as thoroughly. She paused just long enough to douche before they went back into the main room. She took glasses out of the cupboard. She had a gallon jar of ice tea. She WAS a Texas girl! This proved it. The only thing that could do more in the way of proof, was, if she had had cold bottles of Coors beer, and it wasn't sold this far.