Madison continued bobbing her head up and down Chris's long shaft, her lips sealed around it as she worked him toward his orgasm."He’s close, Maddie..." Claire warned as she observed that Chris was exhibiting sure signs of orgasmic buildup. Madison doubled her efforts now, knowing that she would momentarily be rewarded with her "dessert". Chris groaned as he clutched a handful of Madison's hair and thrust his hips toward her face. His cock twitched as his orgasm took over, then he released. When I went downstairs Rachel was on the coach reading. She wore a pair of snug-fitting gray workout pants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt."So what were you thinking about?" she said, still staring at her book."When?" I asked and sat down next to her."In the shower," she said. She put down her book. "I heard you moaning when I came upstairs, babe. Don't be embarrassed. Or is the lady not allowed to ask? It sounded like you were really turned on." I was. I was, uh, thinking about the porno the other. I guess I knew, I just don’t have any idea...”“It’s all right, Justine. I have scars. She’ll see them. They aren’t for public consumption. No problem. When you all come out to swim this summer, you’ll see them, too. I lived. It’s over. They are all that’s left, and they don’t bother me anymore. Physical therapy is a wonderful thing and can perform miracles with enough time and pain. Especially if you’re lucky enough to find a heartless therapist incapable of compassion or feeling others’. Finally Jeanne broke off the kiss and said, “I want you to fuck my rear while Michael watches.” Jack looked at Jeanne and then he looked at me. Shrugging, I said, “She's your girlfriend.” Jack smiled, turned back to Jeanne and without warning pulled her over so that she was lying across his lap. Jeanne started giggling. Jack said, “You're a very naughty girl.” Now giggling so hard that she could barely speak, Jeanne said, “I'm a slut. A nasty slut who loves to get fucked in the ass.” “I'm going.