It was Monica, shit what did she want? Did she think Liz was here? I forced a smiled on my face and asked, “Oh, morning Monica, can I help you?” ...She stepped in and elbowed the door slightly. Monica gave me a dirty smile and said, “Are you busy?” Then lowered her voice and said, “Lover,” as she tugged on my towel. I clung onto the towel and said, “Ah, yeah, sorry I have a friend over,” and grinned. She put her hand into the front opening of the towel and grabbed my cock, she stroked it with. As he walked through the main door into the area, the woman was standing in the corridor and smiled. “I was hoping you would take the hint, follow me.” With that she grabbed Steven’s hand and led him through into the disabled bathroom, she then proceeded to lock the door behind them.As she turned back around, she was met by Steven’s lips, passionately they stood and kissed, the woman slipping her tongue down the back of his throat as far as she could, he could feel the wetness of it as he. Fortunately, he had already had his run for the day and was walking leisurely down the main trail as I started to catch up to him. I continued past him about 20 feet and the slowed to a walk matching his pace and never saying a word. As we were getting close to the path for my cabin I glanced over my shoulder I caught him staring quite intently at my ass and his cock was rock hard in his shorts. About this time I purposely stepped on one of my own shoe laces causing it to pull loose. I stopped. We had time for a full sound check before we had dinner; at least we had some showeres and a motel room to get ready in. Megan, Allison, Jillian and I shared one of the larger rooms; there was lots of joking around (and playing with each other) while the four of us were getting changed, showered and dressed.The performance wasn’t too bad, actually; it wasn’t one of our best live shows, but I think the audience still enjoyed it. The hall wasn’t completely full; our estimate was maybe a bit under.