.Later on that night, probably about 4am, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Laura. "I've just got in, now I'm lying here with a pussy still full ...f your cum" the screen read. "Touching?" I sent back. After a few seconds "No, I can't, Gemma is here, but I'm so horny thinking about what you've left inside me" came through. I thought about what I had done to her just a few hours ago and my hands went down to my cock and stroked another load into a Kleenex. When I was done, there was another. I was very surprised when she excepted. She was in no way a bar fly or even a big drinker. She was there visiting her friend who was the bartender. She ended up spending the night with me that first night. I really liked her. She was attractive, intelligent, didn't use any d**gs and wasn't a big drinker, good in bed and single. I started seeing her every day after that. I soon discovered she was also a squirter. Funny thing is, that it embarest her but it turned me on like mad. I started asking. I awoke a couple of times before giving up and 6:30. I went quietly to the kitchen above Wilson's head. If he could sleep he deserved it. He had actually done physical labor for two weeks. He mostly ran the sluice but that was still more demanding than anything he usually did. I made coffee in the one cup maker then sat for a few moments at the kitchen table getting my head out of my ass, before I began my pedal to the airstrip.Since Wilson never showed, I rightly assumed that he was having no. Soft and slow at first but increasingly louder, faster. His head began to ache with each thump as the sound began to demand his attention. However, enthralled as he was, he continued to worship the golden haired beauty as she started to pleasure herself. One hand pinching, squeezing, pulling. The other moistened circled, teased, rubbed. Not to be outdone, the noise started to evolve. The thumping now included squelching, sighing, gasping. Words followed. "Right there. Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck me.".