Mary-Ann wiggled her hips underneath John as he slowly pulled out of her, and Rhonda dismounted her wife's face, which was streaked with fluids."Mmm, ... missed that feeling," Mary-Ann said, a glob of John's semen leaking out of her. With a groan of effort she got up and cupped her hand to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to avoid making a mess. They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to get ready to go to sleep. John was awkward at first, he had never slept. For a little while there was not a sound in the room except the heaving breathing of the participants. With her fingers she was scooping up the cum and slowly putting it in her mouth, in a very suggestive way, teasing the guys. Even then, Beth was still coming down from her orgasm, and within a few minutes it was time for more.Dale's hard on was getting painful and he was wondering if he shouldn't go into the bathroom to relieve himself, but he knew the guys would know what he was doing and. If anyone were to call about the Sanders Case, to let them know I’d be there with bells on. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I hurried off to my place to shower and change.I arrived at the location with plenty of time to spare, my thoughts wrapped up in what Mark’s plans were and if there was in fact a party happening tonight. Of course that lead me to thinking about if there were actually a party, why were we meeting here and who was going to be the center. My mind raced as I took the elevator. _ I must have passed out. The next moment, I found myself waking on the beach, the fire long since burned out, and my shorts now under my head. But Eleanor was gone. I looked up and down the beach but did not see anyone. I saw my footprints leading toward the burnt out fire, but no other prints were to be seen. What had happened to Eleanor? Where were her footprints? I followed my footprints down the beach. Soon I came to a spot that my prints came from the jungle growth. As I followed them.