The orgasm hit me like a train. I was bucking and writhing on the sofa as it took hold of my body. My hand was still on your head as I begged you to s...op. I seemed incapable of removing it.Eventually, you stopped, let me breathe a little, my body limp with exhaustion but I felt good. You sat up, my juices coating your face. Leaning over and kissing me I tasted myself in your mouth. It was not something I had tasted before but I loved it. I loved tasting what you had tasted. Taking the hand that. I looked down on the bed and there was a wet spot that was soaked by me. The audience seen it too and told me to lick it up. As I was bent over on the bed licking up the puddle of my own cum, the door opened. It was John! Finally it was just going to be he and I! It was all I wanted. He told me to keep licking my juices up as he spoke to the audience. I thought for sure he was going to tell them goodbye but instead he said "Tell me everything you want to see her do or take and she will.". “You only use it naked if there are no other people around,” Wendy said. “Unless you are that way inclined, I mean, I don’t know what Will’s habits are. Maybe he likes being a bit of a show off!”“No, not me,” I said. “I have far more respect for my fellow mariners that to subject them to the sight of me showering naked in the mornings!”“I’m sure if you join the cruising group, they will be very appreciative of you not showing off too much!” Jeff said.“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Wendy said,. (I sense hostility in the voice and knew at once there would be a lack of nookie when I entered the matrimonial bed later tonight. Paybacks are a bitch, I guess.) "Absolutely, honey bunch." I finished off the rack, sat back and took a final swig at my beer and contemplated the task at hand. To clean, or not to clean, that is the question. Reluctantly, knowing there was no way I could win the battle, I decided to give it a go. Entering the former and soon to be again bedroom, I immediately.