What's going on with me? He said.His overly tan complexion started to fade away into a subdued pink. Hisbody started to itch all over, as his skin fel... hot at the same time. Hestarted to scratch at his stomach and pulled out a patch of hair. Bothirritated by the itching and scared at the same time, he jumped into theshower and quickly pour cool cleansing water over his body. As the watercooled him down, he rubbed his body with his hands all over. As he didso, his body hair simply washed away as. I swallowed hard, my mind swirling with thoughts, the biggest foremost was the size of the cock jutting abruptly upwards, and the girth, surely men were not like this? ‘Stroke him girl’. I extended my hand and touched the tip of the glans, and traced its bell-like shape down to its base. My father has worked wood when making furniture, and often I have been encouraged to appreciate the craftsmanship that goes into wood, especially the tactile feel, the smell and smoothness reflecting the love. I wanted to moan out loud but held it in. My crummy fingers played in my depths. The semen was not for lubrication. I was already completely soaked. It was the thought of another man's ejaculation in me. It felt so dirty. It felt scandalous. I was startled by the crackle of the intercom. “Mrs. Williams, come to the front office please. Mrs. Williams to the front office.”I nearly panicked. Looking up, I saw Bobby looking at me in alarm. Had we been discovered? Were the police going to be there?. Added to it all, how close friends they have become with them all in this short time. But it is not just pillow talk between them. Both Les and Phoebe’s hands have been exploring under the covers, finding the wonder spot to rub for each other to make them glow. Talking peacefully while their fingers, wet with each’s juices, stroking the other’s clit brings a calm over both women.Les and Phoebe are coming to understand that hot and wild sex is still fantastic, but it does not have to always.