"Bob's a good man, but he's not half as good in bed as you are." Some men might have felt good at the complement and it was nice to hear on one level,...but on others I found it bothersome."You really are a slut," I sighed as I stood."Where are you going?" she asked."Bathroom," I replied. "I'll be back." Good," she grinned, but I could tell that she was already half asleep. We'd fuck again in the morning and then I'd leave before Bob was due home.I walked into the bathroom deep in thought. It. Caressing the emerging lump through the dark fabric of my boxers, the slipping a hand up under the leg and brushing over my now rigid cock."I assume you like this, then?" she asked, archly.She dragged my cock out from my boxers and started to very slowly move her hand up and down it's length. She pulled the foreskin back so far that I winced, then rolled it back over the bulging head. Her other hand moved in to cup my balls and she paused just long enough to spit in the palm of her hand. The. "God that felt good!" She said.I realized that when I started to pull out of Audrey, Judith still had her fingers between us, and she wrapped her fingers around my shaft as I pulled back. The sensation was just too much at the moment and I shivered uncontrollably for an instant.Judith chuckled and said, "Little too sensitive?" Way too sensitive right now!" I said and collapsed on the other side of Audrey and just snuggled up to her."Did anybody bring a towel?" Audrey asked.Unexpectedly, Judith. For the longest while I just lay there – my heard still swarming in its delirium and my body still aching all over. All modesty in my room forgotten, I stretch my poor legs. I bring a knee up and reach down to massage my calf, then switch to the other leg. I move my neck around and open and close my legs, showing off my privates. It feels sooooo good. I roll over to my side, the fan giving a gust of wind against my butt. I giggle and twist my back and my hips in opposite directions, cracking.