I spent most of the next day, Sunday, back down the pub. Around 10pm, a woman I was friendly with asked me if I would walk her home, which I (and a fe... other guys) would do if a woman was by herself. I trotted back to the pub afterwards and there was another woman that I knew, and who had been in the pub for several hours, sitting on one of the benches out front. I didn't know her all that well but stopped to say hi as I was finishing my cigarette.She'd clearly had quite a bit to drink and. Like any othermother though, there would be no compromise on contraception untilthen. She herself was taking the pills as she had no qualms when Kiranerupted inside of her - spraying his warm seeds into her womb. Herhusband barely touched her clit while he was pulling out his wastedpenis when she came hard. It was her third orgasm, and she had yet toreceive from the three other men left in the room."Don't keep all the goodies to yourself," Yulia said as she sneakedaround the back of Eric before. Not so much. Turned out she had a boyfriend, Jerry by name, trucker by profession, asshole by avocation. Real piece of work. (I later worked out she hadn’t told me about him because we were so comfortable together, and while he was on long hauls, she retreated into our oasis. The evening I found out was unpleasant for me, but I digress.) Linda began showing signs of being abused after a while. Little things, you know, like a black eye or a scratch, some lame-assed excuse where they came from. I. It felt good, really good.I didn't hear the door open when I heard Cheryl cough and say, "Ashley, I need to pee, okay?" Fine," I answered, looking through the frosted glass at her image on the other side as she lifted off her nightshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.Then the shower door slid open and she stepped in with me. She stood there as the water flowed over us both for a minute or so, then took a step toward me, pressing against me, our breasts compressed between us.Her head.