"She laughed, "Sounds like you are though, John! How drunk are you?" Soooooo muchs!"She giggles more and you feel strangely excited to make her laugh...."Dyno where Sam is," you question, wondering why he isn't with her at the moment, making out on the bed instead of the two people there now. "Ists he dancing?She looks at you strangely, "John... he's right there. He's on the bed with Allan." Whaa," you exclaim in shock, now recognizing your best friend locking lips with your gym partner. "He's.... I didn’t speak, and neither did she, for a time. ‘Weird being back home?’ I nodded, and put my arm around her shoulders, and she ducked under and nestled in closer. ‘Can’t quite get past Brad Pitt watching us in bed?’ I laughed at that, and she laid her head down onto my shoulder. I leant in and put my cheek to her hair as she took a deep breath. ‘What was it like? Prison.’ I knew she’d ask that sooner or later, but somehow, I still wasn’t really prepared for it. I looked down at our feet for. He had seen his wife have sex with another woman. The same woman he had had sex with. Not to mention both of them relieving their bladders in front of their new friends. “Did you sleep well?” He asked his wife. “I slept great. Did you sleep okay?” “Yes, but I think we should go back to our room before we over stay our welcome here. Let’s shower and go before they get up.” “They might think of that as rude honey, but if you think it is best I will follow you.” They got out of their bed and moved. And kiss her while I slowly moved in and out. Soon I picked up the pace. Every now and then, I could see that something was bothering her. I would stop, but she would say that she needed to get over her fear of having someone on top of her during sex. Once I tried to pull out, but she just wrapped her legs around me and wouldn't let me go until long after I blew my load into her. She would say not to worry that she was safe.Later on, she got on her hands and knees and said, "Do my butt." What,".