She wondered what it might be that had brought the two together. Whatever it was, the passion of their love-life was not at all feigned. She let a pud...y hand wander down along the length of her thighs, while caressing her nipples with the fingers of her other hand. The sounds emerging from the other room began to change in character. The giggling and teasing was replaced by heavier breathing and a slow but rhythmic thud thud on the mattress. Blanche’s hands lowered down the bed, impulsively. .. D. came right in the hole between mybuttocks, A. and C. cum on my face and a little in my mouth, still forced to swallow the cum in my mouth and gave suck to the remains of..— obsosy even lick and allCame On, looked at me, at my face in sperm and tells— RS, happy....— Yeah again I reached out playfully in response. RA. no it does not calm down and will not part with this camera, records it all. D. smeared their cum, was standing by the way, Grisham on my face and stuck in my mouth so I. " Janet, Jill what are your plans?" asked Judy with a smile."Well I guess we have another week of laying here. We will probably watch the monitors part of the time, but probably spend most of it reading. Daytime TV will drive you into la la land. I use to think the soap operas were bad but they don't hold a candle to the talk show nonsense." All of them laughed at Jill's characterization of the programming."Why don't you time it so your breaks come at meal time?" asked Sarah."Now why didn't we. It should have been me not your best friend Byron."I hold her tight as she sobs and comfort her, "Inga don't go getting crazy on me, it must have been Byron's time to go."Maria runs up and says, "Was that the port-a-potty and was anyone injured?"I look at her and give up the bad news, "Yes it was, Byron was in it and we can only assume the blast killed him."Maria looks at us and says, "Thom I'm sorry this happened to Byron, he was a hell of a man."I extricate myself from Inga, stand up and say,.