With the master bedroom taking up most of the second floor, we turned my study into a nursery. It was perfect for two newborns, and was located right ...eside our room. Rebecca and Colleen hired a contractor that Mr. Bell knew, to make a few alterations for us, including turning the bedroom and bathroom into a nursery that flowed into the bath, with a special vanity that was really a baby tub, made for bathing newborns. The lavatory was big enough to comfortably bathe a baby, but shaped to keep. I emptied my blue balls deep in her and then I then collapsed on my beautiful girlfriend, making our sweaty bodies glue themselves together. We were so exhausted from our orgasms that we stayed in this position for almost 10 minutes. Me on top of her missionary style, her legs hanging on the side of the bed. Her cute hands rubbing my back and telling me how much she loves me and vice versa. After these 10 minutes, I finally became flaccid and I withdrawn my cock out of her and was laying beside. I felt silly, this game had already gone too far.I stepped out of the shower and snagged the closest towel to wrap aroundmyself. The soft material against my now smooth skin felt amazing, but Iforced myself to ignore it and stepped toward the trash to throw theshaving gear out. Once again, I paused as I caught a glance in thebathroom mirror. I had snagged one of Felicia's pink towels, andinstinctively wrapped it around my chest and waist.My long smooth legs stuck out of the end of the towel and. I wanted to shout, “Let the games begin.” Thomas read me like a book and I could see that smirk on his face. He let me know that he was aware of how horny I was. I stuck my tongue out at him, but never broke the smile or string of pleasantries.We ate, we drank wine, we talked of the situation in Haiti, we laughed, we bored the shit out of each other. Patrice and Thomas were cool, feeling each other out and doing their male reserve shit. But we all knew that this was all about joining a fuck.