At this point I can see the gleaming wet softness of her shaven pussy through the crotchless section of her outfit. The scent of her hit me and I'm at...full attention. I slowly slide my hand down the inside of her thigh and brush over her sensitive, wet lips, then I slide my fingers up to gently rub her clit. This makes her moan. I continue this for a while, every so often I glance over to Harry and see him sitting there watching me intently. I slip a finger inside her wet goodness. Harry asks. That got a few strange looks until I commented, "Don't you guys have wives or girlfriends other than the blow-up doll kind? Women always go the bathroom in groups, sometime even in entire herds. They live there! That way they can gossip about us in smug secure feminine superiority while in their most sacred of hideaways."The married guys all nodded that this was indeed a very true statement.More folks arrived (Major Case, the guys who had received Alfred's belated Christmas present) brought. With an audible sigh, Mary rose from her log by the fire and moved under the shelter, placing her hand against her patient's cheek. He was still fever hot. As she moved about, she was acutely aware of and thankful for a return to normalcy. The strangeness of the night had passed.At her hand's contact with his blistered face, the stranger's eyes locked with hers. They were dull from the fatigue of fever and held little spark. The man worked his mouth and licked his lips to bring up enough. As Dave watched, she sucked the finger clean, licked her lips, and considered the taste for a moment. She licked her lips again, smiled, and said, "Umm, sweet as honey."They both laughed as Dave rinsed his cum off of her with the shower head. Then they turned off the water, climbed out, and spent a few minutes drying each other off. The two lovers moved back to the bed. They pulled down the covers and both climbed in to escape the cold air on their still damp bodies.Dave pulled Mishy close,.