Rang the door bell but this time Bob and Carol met me at the door. There was a group hug with the two of them. Bob couldn't thank me enough and Carol,...for the first time, kissed my on the lips in front of Bob. I was over whelmed to say the least. Bob said "The girls do not know you were coming tonight. We wanted to talk to before they knew you were here. We went in the den and closed the door. Each taking a turn talking the said that they had a talk with the girls. They did not pressure them in. “That was two days ago,” Robert said.Mike had been dehydrated and unconscious when they had brought him to the hospital. The hours spent inside the Hazmat Suit had nearly killed him. He should have only stayed in it for two hours.“Oh,” Mike said wondering how he had lost two days.“They saved your hand,” Robert said gesturing to Mike’s bandaged left hand. It was too soon after the operation to put it in a cast.“My hand?” Mike asked without bothering to look at it.“You broke it again. I assume. The first orgasm I have is enormous, I hadn’t shagged for over a fortnight, and it’s all coming out here.My pussy is dripping down onto his thighs, and I’m coming loudly. I slow down and get off to see what he does next. He pushes my back over so I’m looking at the floor, my ass and pussy is exposed to him, then his big knob slides into me from behind and humps me away from the noisy table, it feels sensational. I come again after several strokes, my cream oozing down my legs. His hand. I just wanted to see if you were another fucking liar.’ Clarita was a curvy olive-skinned Chicana about shoulder-high to my 6’5′ frame, similar to Lyn, with shoulder-length black hair, a heart-shaped face, and blinding black eyes. Her tight navel-baring yellow Tweety Pie tee (no bra) and short denim cutoffs nicely showed her hourglass figure and bicycle-toned legs. I wore my own denim cutoffs, and an unbuttoned khaki shirt from a military surplus store, and my size 16 red Keds. My black hair.