” Xiomara said. Renée sighed and nodded. One by one we pushed each of us under the sprays and out the door soap free. I walked into Vanessa’s arm... and the towel she held within them.“I--I think I’m going to like it here.” She told me. I smiled.“Good,” I said. Someone, Elizabeth, got me from behind and dried out my hair. Towel on my face I couldn’t figure out who owned the eight hands that scrubbed me down. I stepped naked with my cock bobbing in front of me as the hordes moved off Renée and me. That's all. I locked me self up and put on the shirt. I walked back into the den and saw my wife was now riding John and Mike had his cock up her asshole. they couldn't see me and I watched for about fifteen minutes. Mike got his nut first and fell out of her ass. He turned and sat down beside John, I looked at my wife's ass and it was slightly gaped. John's fat cock was pushing her pussy lips so far apart that it helped close up her ass. John had a death grip on my wife's hips and was. "She stared at him. "I'm not wearing any."He laughed. "I know. Everyone else's date has passed."She buckled the seat belt and sat for several minutes, just looking atthe dashboard, the seats, her foot on the pedals, the hood. Finallyshe took a deep breath and turned the ignition.The engine cleared its throat and growled into a purr. She felt thevibrations. She felt the ghost of excitement. She revved the engineand watched the meter. She felt scared and let the engine idle,checking again. Bob's hand was now fumbling with the tab on her skirt and she knew what that was going to lead too. As the zipper was pulled down, she knew she wanted him to continue. She admitted to herself that this was why she had invited him over. He was a nice guy who also happened to be quite a hunk. She raised her hips as the skirt was pulled down her legs. She was glad she had worn a powder blue bra with a matching set of panties. Their kissing continued.She felt his hands move to the bottom of her.