That night I slept like I was dead, but there was a set of dreams that seemed to stay just out of focus. I woke up with morning wood that felt like a ...ar of steel. It took thirty minutes for it to relax enough to pee!As the morning wore on, I kept having the feeling of going back into VR and see if what happened yesterday actually happened! About noon there was a sound I rarely heard, a knock at my door. I didn’t know the masked man standing there as he knocked again. It was so unusual to have. And then he was withdrawing, and she felt her pussy protest with a firm, clenching grip. He slid out smoothly and then drove into her again, and the sensation of it ignited her all over again. He gripped her hips and groaned and she could tell his head too was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mind a tumult of ecstasy and driving lust. As if guided by that lust alone, he began to thrust, falling into a deep, forceful rhythm, his rigid cock stretching her each time. She moaned with. So hunky that my showerhead cunny gave an extra squirt of delight all down my trembly legs and dribble started sloshing from my lips and splattering my perky, heaving breasts. And that was before I even spied his monster of a cock which was poking out the bottom of his shorts and threatening to do serious damage to his kneecap. Also, sitting at the table were a couple that I can only describe as trailer-trash oldies, both of whom seemed to be leering at pokie, perky, bouncy me. I was quite. By the time I was finished with her she'd be cleaning toilets.But right now there were far more important things to deal with.Heather hadn't said a word and I glanced down to make sure she was alright. She was probably more nervous than I was which was only natural. This thing, these rumors, needed to be nipped in the bud asap. Put out the fire before it got out of hand. That the kiss, THAT kiss, had been nothing more than the mood and beer talking and was totally my fault. The last thing I.