Slipped to me surreptitiously. Although most of them were kidding themselves if they thought their women were clueless.Vanessa had her share of number... too. More than her share. Giggling, we cross-checked them one night. A lot of duplicates. No real surprise there. I saved both stacks. Not for followup romances. Just because the names told me a little bit more about the passengers. Might be useful intel some day. Or not.I was sorry to see Vanessa head back home. But she had a restaurant to run,. It never occurred to Jennifer to count her orgasms. She just had one when she wanted to, and then leaned back to rest until she was ready to have another one.Bob, however, was paying much more attention. She had fiddled with that pillow much more than would be necessary to just sit on it. And, as she leaned forwards and back, his suspicions about what she'd been doing the day before were confirmed. He almost laughed as he realized she was working the bike, instead of the bike working her. Her. As we pulled into the parking space, Pam asked me if I felt comfortable taking things to the next level.“Sure,” I replied, “But you’ll have to tell me what you want.”“I think we’ll figure that out,” Pam replied. The windows of the SUV were heavily tinted, affording us quite a bit of privacy, plus we were parked in a remote part of the park.“Get in the back seat,” Pam instructed. “There’s more room back there.”I quickly relocated to the back seat, as she did the same. She pulled me in closer to. " I reached down and grasped his erection and he ejaculated copiously."One night he came right out and asked me if I was having an affair with Mr. Hamilton. I lied to him saying, "No" and then I asked him, "Why do you masturbate in the middle of the night?" He answered me by saying, "I wake up and I think of you and Mr. Hamilton together and I get angry. I get so angry that my blood boils. Then in my mind, I picture you being fucked by him and I become aroused, I get an erection. Then I.