Panic replaced desire. “Eva, are you alright? You look—“ “Bathroom!” Eva spouted, already sprinting out the door and around the corner to th... bathroom and slamming the door behind her. She ripped her belt off, snapping the prong in her haste. She sprung out of her shorts and thong in one lunatic flourish and slammed her naked bottom onto the closed toilet. Eva furiously jabbed her two fingers into her sopping vagina. Her mind centered the image of Claire's perfect vagina. “Hmmmmmm,” she hummed,. We continued to be both for a long time after this revelation, meeting and fucking in the full knowledge of what Nancy had become.Once our physical fun was over we had a chance to cuddle and chat about what Stewart had asked her to do and what she actually did. I think it was a kind of therapy for her, though she never expressed any regret for what had happened.During one post-coital chat, she confessed that at the beginning she really had had no clue about masturbation. Sharon had first shown. I shaved and showered in a rush. I tend to leave on the installment plan. To avoid a return to quarters to recover a forgotten item of necessity, I made a quick to-do list in my head of the personal junk I would need for three or more days in the bush: three packs of smokes? Check. Disposable lighters? Check. Weed for a week? Check (no sense running short). Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double-check. I was good to go.I selected a functional. "Come in me, come in me," she exhorted him and he did. And she did. And she climbed off and said, “Shoo, now. I’ve got to go to sleep.”He was surprised at be being dismissed, but he dutifully retired to his own room. After that, she found excuses to fend him off most weeknights. Their sex was mostly on the weekends.Then there was Doug. Her expectations had cooled but she still wanted him, often fantasizing that it was him in bed with her rather than Jason. Doug and she had become comfortable.