Out of force of habit, I went to the room I shared with Tom and Dave. I opened the door and everyone got up and greeted me, shouting question after qu...stion. I looked around, but no Brandon. Almost the entire floor was there, but no Brandon. "So, Stud," Jon began. "Now you know what I went through every time I caught a pass." He put out his hand to shake mine, but then moved forward and gave me a big bear hug. I managed a thanks, barely able to breath.I continued to look around and I guess Tom. "I had prevaricated, it was too easy to assume that by now all the ex-pats on the project were in on the secret, even if they did not want any of it. "Discussed what, Jess?" I replied.Her voice did drop to a whisper then. "The other parties."I was silent, since she did not come to the normal parties even how would she know about the private ones? "You see," she broke my silence. "That night, when a few of us stayed at Dave and June's, Dave walked in on me and John, he was..." She drew a deep. Although the level of passion had dropped we did not stop kissing and touching. She was on her back with my knee still between her legs to keep them open, we each had a hand between us, I was rubbing her pussy paying particular attention to where I knew her clitty was and she was feeling the shape of my hard cock through my jeans.Now I moved my hand off her crotch and slid it up the front of her jeans and onto her stomach. Instead of moving on up to touch her breasts I moved my hand back down. After a brief tongue wrestle, Malcolm let go of Robin and moved backward.“Let’s get on with our shower,” Malcolm said with apprehensive eyes.That night Robin again reconstructed the shower events in his head, wondering if he should have been more assertive. Robin’s masturbation routine was now also getting out of hand, as he found himself wanking six times a day, thinking about their next encounter.The next shower followed the same pattern, but the grinding and kissing became more intense. So.