" Only three?" Karen asked, sticking her tongue out at me. "God! How many times did you do it?" One too many." I sighed. "This morning. I got off him ...s soon as I felt it, but ... I don't know. It didn't seem like I got a lot of it out of me." Well, how much could there be?" She rolled her eyes. "Four times is a lot for a man, isn't it? The guy probably didn't have anything left in the tank." There was a lot on my ass," I said. "I don't know. You think I need one of those morning after pills?". I almost spit it out. I didn't expect it to be like that." You've never tasted your own?"I shook my head. "I knew it tasted bitter, but I wasn't expecting how really bad it was. How do girls do that? Swallow it all the time?" You swallowed it," he pointed out."I know. I will again, if you let me?" Go to sleep, Michael. You've had enough sex for one night."That, I thought, was not true. But I slept anyway, as instructed, until 5 am when he left.He packed up his box and took it with him home. The. Beth smiled to herself. Kirsty was a good friend and together, they had enjoyed their university days. Beth had been the more level headed one of the two. That was not to say she was boring or unadventurous, far from it and Beth could party like it was 1999 whenever she wanted. The subtle difference was that Beth knew where to draw the line and seldom overstepped that. Kirsty would make plans, however, which would then go out the window. Beth could be unpredictable but it was more of a. I suggested he help me get my husband back to our room but he said we should let him sleep and that I was more then welcome to lie down on the bed and he’d take the sofa. I was too drunk to argue and made the quick transition to the bed from the sofa.I woke up a couple hours later to the warm feeling of being spooned. I thought it must have been my husband waking up but quickly realized his shape (belly, very large hard cock and hands) were totally different then what I normally expected. It.