She fondled my hair for a moment with that same curiosity as before, as if she'd never seen light skin or hair. She spoke words to me in a language I ...ould not understand. Her face said, "I want you, I missed you."I touched her cheek. "Me too," I said. We smiled, and her soft lips again pressed against mine, a faint smell of campfire mixed with honeysuckle in her hair. I kissed back towards her ear and inhaled deeply. Good god, she was intoxicating. Her fingers probed my butt crack, easing. My head ached and I was hot, but at least I wasn’t sweating. Jeff walked into the bedroom with a steaming mug with a spoon sticking out of it. ‘Homemade chicken soup,’ he announced. ‘Studies have shown it to be the most effective flu remedy by thirty five percent.’ ‘You’re just making that up,’ I said. ‘Yes. But that makes sense because ninety three percent of all statistics are made up.’ ‘You’re just making that up,’ I said. ‘Yes. But I’m pretty sure chicken soup will help.’ I laughed and. ‘Oh sorry.’ I replied. ‘Hello. I am here for a 30 minute massage.’ The man smiled at me and asked, ‘What is your name sweetie?’ Sweetie, he called me sweetie! Wow! I felt my knees get weak one more time. I placed my arms on the counter to keep myself from falling down. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to try and calm myself down before answering him. ‘My name is Tess.’ ‘Welcome Tess. Let me check the schedule.’ the man said. I wondered, what is this gorgeous creature’s name? Having been. So, she’s doesn’t cum again, but she does indeed go through one of her flooding episodes, as the guys react to it, and the guy on top begins pounding the shit out of her. It wounds like she begins flooding again, until the guy tires and slows down. Sounds like the other guy is ready for a turn, and that Jen lays him down and begins riding him, and again the moaning is intermittent, as she’s obviously sucking the other guy. She did have one 3some in college, so this is her second one, but she.