I hung up with him and went back to my room and put my dirty clothes back on and went out to put up the shutters, just in case. I was just finishing ...hen the phone rang again. It was “Jean” telling me that she and her friends were going out again after work and she’d be home late. I cleaned up and parked myself in front of the TV and after a while got bored and went to bed. About 3AM I was woke up by somebody pounding on the front door. I went to the front door and when I opened it “Jean”. Jenna added another finger shoving it in her pussy harder and faster making Stace moan louder. Out of nowhere, Jenna felt something pressing behind her back. She stood up from her position of licking Stace but kept fingering her, not wanting to startle Stace for no reason. With her free hand, she reached behind her to see what it was, since she couldnt tell in the dark but she soon realized it wasnt something anymore. It was someone. She stopped fingering Stace, just leaving her finger. Everything seemed to be wonderful, up until the bus dropped me off at home. The door was ajar, that's what threw me off. Mum never left the door open. I rushed into the kitchen, only to have slipped on some sort of liquid all over the ground. Blackout. I remember waking up later, dazed. I scrambled for my glasses in the mass of liquid – I couldn't see shit without them. As soon as I put them on, I wished I hadn't. I remember staring at the maroon liquid coating my hands, my shirt, my feet, my. I certainly felt a strong urge to pick up where we'd left off back at the bridge. However, I knew I was in a foreign land, in the midst of a different culture; and I didn't know the local views with regard to public displays of affection. I'd have to ask Wendy about that later. At any rate, just having her close to me was more than enough.At Wendy's place, we both stepped inside and she closed the door. At once, she threw her arms around me and pressed her open mouth against mine. Momentarily.