A mini bar with a small refrigerator was in the corner. At the far end of the room a short hallway led to two bedrooms with a connecting bath. This mu...t have set Paula back quite a bit. I told Paula that I was beat and wanted to take a quick shower. She said that that sounded great. She was going to call a few friends to see if we could get together that night. I carried my bag down to the room on the right and tossed it on the bed. I hung my suit and shirt in the closet and turned my. " I stuck out my tongue and Chris was giving me my bag, since we were at the locker rooms."Oh yeah?" Mark kissed me then, before I really realized he was doing it, a good one too right in the middle of the hallway."Get a room ... Hey, Stephanie..." Two guys, other football players had been a dozen feet behind us and they pushed past, heading into the locker room."Ohhh..." I sort of gasped when Mark let me go."My turn." Chris pulled me to his chest and kissed me just as deeply, but softer, more. They'd had her, their only daughter, later in life and they were now well into the sixties. Since she was sixteen, however, they'd allowed her to live in the sleep-out so she could have over who she wanted, could come and go when she liked, have her own life.Her parents had both arrived as war orphans in the early fifties. Her father was Austrian, her mother Czech. Arriving with nothing, they built their own lives here with humility, strength, and hard work. As a girl, Karen knew little but. Her pussy visibly flexed, clenching and relaxing as she came. I did the only thing I could think to do in that situation: I kept stroking the backs of her knees, since that was what had triggered her orgasm. I watched her pussy tremble and quake and saw her wetness slowly seep out from between her lips in a trickle that made my mouth water at the sight.I was tempted to throw her thighs apart and dive in between them, but I wasn’t exactly certain whether I’d bury my face or my painfully hard.