Luke groans and rolls over. “We aren’t doing that again.”“No, never again,” she agrees.“You’re the one that started it,” he accuses.�...Don’t remind me.”“You thirsty?” he asks. Candace only nods. He gets up and gets a couple glass of water and they sit and drink them before lying back down and sleeping some more.Eventually they stir again. “You want to spend all day in bed or shall we do something today?” he asks.“Fuck,” Candace grumbles. “Let’s do something. Food should help.”“I saw that there. Her thoughts ran elsewhere suddenly as she felt fingers pull her knickers aside and the hot flesh of Mr. 106 rub between her wet puffy lips just brushing her bud and ring with each stroke. He teased her for several strokes then tilted slightly to enter her body. As soon as he began to slide into her parting lips she drew in air sharply through her nostrils as her pussy muscles stretched slightly to let him in. Both of the men murmured to express their enjoyment and started to slide in and out. She looked at me, and said, "Can we talk?" Sure," I responded. "Come on in and sit down."Karly came in and sat on the bed. And for the next hour or so, we talked. Very personally, very intimately, and very detailed about our activities over the last couple of months. Discussing details about what had happened, our interests, our fears, and what we weren't sure could or couldn't happen in the future.As Karly got up to head out of the room, I'm not sure if it was the attraction to her, my. The door was locked but a window was open. I might have a keepsake or going away prezzie if the washing hasn't been done I thought to myself. I climbed through the window and entered the kitchen. Nothing. I knew the wash basket was upstairs. As I climbed the stairs I heard someone in the bathroom, someone unmistakenly moaning. Maz must have been feeling secure as the door was ajar. I could see her sat on the toilet, her feet up on the bath side. On one leg hung her lacy white panties. In.