Knock!!!Kevin.... It's me.... Emily.The door opened.Emily stood there as my cum was shooting repeatedly on my chest. Her eyes as big as saucers. Her m...uth was gaping open.I grabbed for my sheet as fast as I could, covering myself as I was still cumming. "C.... C.... Can I talk to you???" Emily asked.I was so deep in twisted thought I could barely respond. "Yeah, I guess."Emily sat down on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the growing wet spot on the sheet. My cock was still hard,. Picture too that this bench is built at such a height and in such a manner that there is space for another party to sit on a chair or stool at the side, quite comfortably, with one's legs under the table, and yet able to reach from end to end, and to the far side, with ease, and the designers have even cunningly added a low shelf to one side for placing of a glass of wine or other beverage of preference. And also where they might be readily accessible by this other party, are hooks from which. Don’t worry, I thought. When you don’t show up, she’ll come for you.Maybe.Maybe not.Probably not.But as I passed the doors to the sleeping compartments one more time, I noticed a note stuck to one of them. This was it, a note from her:“More.”Yes! I thought. And fuck you, pessimistic movie guy.I walked in.She was sitting on the bed, with her back against the wall. Her skirt and jacket were folded neatly on the opposite bed, her shoes were on the floor, she had her naked legs crossed and. She stirred slightly when Phil opened his drawer to pull out some underwear. She gave him a small wave and put her head back on Bob’s shoulder.Phil decided to let his friends sleep and to use the shower in the hallway. Ann Pullman was outside of the door when he got there. She had a small overnight bag in her hands.“Oh, sorry,” Ann said when she saw Phil carrying his folded clothing and a toothbrush. “I wanted to grab a quick shower before I go home. My aunt is going to be there and I’m sure.