I insisted so it didn't take much longer before she -all be it reluctantly- pushed her finger inside her tight little shithole and after that put that...finger in her mouth. Thats true love, haha, or is it true desperation? I guess its an equal amount of both, but I don't give a fuck being honest. Despite her concerns about risking being exposed, I had won her trust. Because of that, opportunistic motives and also because she was super horny she showed me everything! She believed it was just me. This sends a shock down through my body, and the feeling of arousal grows. My face flushes as I try to convince myself I do not want this. I knew my mind did not, but my body did, and it was slowly overpowering my coherent thoughts. I hear and feel Mr Mathews lean forward, his hand on my thigh slipping right up to my panties causing more arousal to blossom in me. Suddenly, both hands were gone. I look back at him to see him standing up. I start to feel relief flood over me. Even if my body. This guy had put his leg up onto my berth. And the sight to which I woke up to was awesome. He was not wearing any underwear and his balls were hanging free. I could not take my eyes off those large hairy nutsacks. Involuntarily I was licking my lips and my tiny cock came alive. A small tent appeared in front of my shorts, even I wasn't wearing any underwear. I wasn't sure if he saw me staring, but he adjusted his position so I got a better view. It had been less than 2 days since I got fucked. As soon as it was warm enough, Lisa stepped inside. The waterdanced off her curvy red headed body as she turned and beckoned me tojoin her. I stepped inside and closed the shower door. We soaped eachother's body with caressing strokes of our hands. It felt good to haveher small hands washing my back, breasts and vagina. I reciprocated.We turned off the water and left the shower. I dried Lisa, then, shedried me. Being so intimate with another woman was strangely satisfying.Lisa found her.