"Really?" Oh yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Lookit!" she said, pointing to her crotch, from which her juices continued to seep. "I'm still coming!" ...hrist," he said, "I thought you took the shower to get cleaned up."Her eyebrows shot up as she carefully appraised his remark, then after considering her reply she calmly said, "Shit happens."We all laughed at that and made our way back to the bedroom to fuck some more.Shelly, holding a towel between her legs to absorb her excess flow, pushed me. Yes, she was drunk, as was I, but my motherly instinct kicked in and me realize wet could get into serious trouble, so I turned down the volume and the neighbor stopped complaining. I felt exhausted but was still able to think. But Isabel fell asleep right there, on the floor.I truly don't recall how we ended on her bed again.Isabel woke me up at three in the morning asking me if I wanted something to drink. I told her I only wanted to sleep. What happened next felt as if I had fallen asleep. ‘I couldn’t stop unless you asked me to,’ he breathed, kissing my neck,’ do you want me to?’ he was serious now, a look of wonder in his eyes. ‘No, no I don’t,’ I guided his hips to meet mine, his head brushing my clit ever so slightly. He moved slowly and moaned as he entered me, he was much bigger than Dillon, and thick. At first I wondered if I could take all of him, then he began moving and only then did I realize how much fun sex really was. He awakened things in me I didn’t know existed,. Hell I even wanted to do Susan myself but it was too close and could have killed what we still had. They were regulars at a local bar and dance hall and most every weekend you could find them there dancing and boozing it up and also flirting with the men. Occasionally they would take a man home for a night of fucking and believe me, Sally could fuck a man till he moaned to stop. One night they got together at the bar with one of Sallys old friends from school (John) and he had a friend with.