On the plus side, she was over the worst of her hangover; he didn’t hear either his wife puking or the toilet flushing. She took a long, hot, and st...amy shower, and returned to the bedroom looking considerably improved.“Feeling any better?” he asked.Brenda shrugged. “A bit,” she conceded.“We need to leave the room and let housekeeping clean up in here. Get dressed and we’ll go out and get a late lunch.”Brenda swallowed. “I don’t think I’m up for eating.”“Well, we need to leave, so you can come. There was water everywhere, as it was bouncing off every part of our bodies as we positioned and repositioned ourselves to give each other the attention we both were enjoying from both shower heads.I had enjoyed showering in the locker rooms and watching some of the girls who were lesbians do similar things to each other, however, this was far more erotic and pleasurable. I was always alone there but here I had been scrubbed and rubbed and fingered almost to the point of having an orgasm. I. "May I see you two kiss each other again?"Alan closed the gap slowly, but instantly and grabbed onto Greg's arms. Alan brought his lips close to Greg's, but let him go the final couple of inches. I decided to let go of their dicks and allow them to have their own moment. Greg didn't make us wait long and pressed his lips onto Alan's."Oh, fuck yes," I moaned, placing my hand on my pussy. "My boys are kissing now," I let out, scrubbing it. "Holy shit, holy shit, you two are so damn hot. Push. You return to the table and hide your disappointment well at the fact she has gone, and you slide in opposite me. A small smile is playing over my lips, and you realise why when you feel a hand snaking up your left leg. She's not gone, she's been told to hide under the table. Her hand slides up and rubs you through your jeans, having trouble unzipping them due to your hardness. She grabs you and pulls you forward in your seat so you are slouching and you feel her warm breath on you. A.