But if we discarded the foreign exchange story, what were we left with? We packed it in at around Eleven. We weren't getting anywhere and Angela was o...viously drained by the sequence of events over the last week.There were two bedrooms in the cottage. One of the twins would keep watch while the others slept. Angela looked at me and said, "I stay with you" in a low voice. No one commented so we settled down in the larger bedroom. It had two single beds and I threw my bag on the one nearest the. He came into the room wearing pajama pants, no shirt and went to the sleeping bag. Earlier he had found a foam pad in the garage and put it on the floor but when he laid down he grumbled, “Fuck, this is still hard.” “Maybe you can put more blankets down, that might help” I offered. “I don't think so, they would just bunch up under me then I would be lying on lumps.” I turned the light off and we were quiet but I could hear Shaun scuffling around trying to get comfortable. After about. ... and now that had been the exact scene I'd reenacted for the stranger who had just dumped a five day load into my guts. It did make my ass look very plump and fuckable 'though. Remembering he had also written something on my back. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw that it was simply a small plus sign. What the fuck did it mean?I was exhausted and I knew I should probably go to sleep. The hangover was going to be horrible as it was. I quickly picked up from my fuckfest, folded up. If I had to bet I’d say she was covering Carrie’s face with her juices.I felt a little twinge of jealousy, then smiled. Carrie was beginning to come into her own as a sexual being. Let her play, as long as it’s with Sarah. The thought of her with another man, however, set my teeth on edge. I went back to the little fishing platform. When they were sated, I was sure one of them would fetch me.I heard footsteps and pretended to be asleep, stirring when Carrie called to me. She was standing inside.