It felt so good that she fell asleep. She woke up suddenly when her head went under. The water wasn’t even warm any more. She spluttered awake and g...t out of the cold tub. She shivered while she dried herself with the large bathtowel. It had been a rude awakening but she felt much better for the soak and rest.“Hey Nancy, I’m back from the theater!”“Hi, Lilian. My you look like a two-bit whor-.”“Stop right there girl. I don’t look any different than you did the other day. Of course, if you get. Her moans turned to screams as her cums rolled on and on – new ones starting before the last one had stopped. Her juices were soaking our joined bodies – we were wet everywhere. I slid a hand off her hips and wetting my thumb in her juices I slid it across her rosebud. She was so far gone into her own little world that she didn’t notice (or react) to the probing of her asshole. I pushed my wet thumb at her rosebud – it hesitated a moment before relaxing and admiting my thumb to her tight ass. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of juice (both literally and metaphorically) to appease her. The last thing I wanted was her to think of me as a limp dick.As planned, she left the door slightly ajar with a towel, so that I and her other ‘guest’ could let ourselves in. Walking into the room was a slight surprise as the other guy – Latino in his twenties with fresh stubble – was already drilling her. She was moaning like a porn star, which got me instantly hard, but also a bit concerned that. “Hell, I thought I was done when I washed up. This is crazy!” I could sense the movement under the table, her thighs tightening and relaxing.I placed my hand on her knees again. And without a word this time, she simply parted them for me. God, her expressions were something else! She was holding back a wide grin desperately just as she was losing control over it. Like she wanted to be restrained, but her body was leading her mind quite clearly.She inched closer to the edge of her seat, while.