‘You want me to tell you everything,’ I stressed the last syllable, ‘of how Tomas made me cum, made me squeal, how he covered me with his hot, s...icky spunk?’ I had probably turned myself on again; Tomas had had the magic touch.‘Yes please, Helen. I thought of you last night, I hoped you were having fun.’‘Your wish is my command, Alan.’ I clambered out of bed, keeping eye contact on Alan who was slowly pleasuring himself already, rubbing his thick cock up and down. He loved hearing about my. And thank you.”“Thank you?” I cocked an eye.“For doing what you did last night. I don’t mean it in the ‘thank you for the meal’ kind of way. More like thank you for letting me experiencing life again.” She explained. Her face softened into a wry smile. “I really needed that.”Suddenly, I felt the urge to ask why she went through a divorce. From the look of her melancholic face, I knew what I’d done last night must have reminded her of her divorce as it’d done to Charlotte. Charlotte told me her. . he was! Ooooohhhh... ! She stepped back and with a minimum effort stripped away her damaged dress and ruined little bra to stand in front of Mm wearing only her tiny black bikini panties. She watched his lower jaw grow slack as she provocatively wriggled them down over the smooth, flared arch of her hips and full tanned thighs, lifting each long leg in turn to step out of them. "There... now don't tell me the boy with the big hard cock isn't brave enough to take what he came for?" she lewdly. "Well, I'll run while the storm has slacked," I said, "thanks for letting me get out of the damn flood," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Anytime," said Shane. "Take it easy," said Adam, as he began peeling off his wet clothes. Damn, I wanted to watch that, but figured that might seem too obvious so I left. I headed back to my dorm, feeling both incredibly satisfied and yet quite horny. I wondered again if Shane and Jack had ever had sex. How could any guy not think about sex with.