I told myself that it was no real harm in it – and he was only a boy after all. He wasn't touching my breasts, bum or pussy, so why overreact? It wa... as if I was mesmerised by the youngster's touch as I lay there in the darkened hut next to my husband being felt up by this chit of a lad. It was like some surreal dream – serene and sensual. Then Tom's hand moved teasingly up my body to cup my right breast, squeezing just a little but avoiding the sensitive nipple. I must have jumped slightly. I could feel our combined ejaculte, hot wet, slipping down over my balls and into the crack of my ass."Yes, yes, I will, oh fuck meeeee yes, she hissed, yes I will fuck. I will fuck, I will fuck. Oh my god, sweet loving jesus, I'm going to cum again. Don't fucking move, fuck, don't move." Mary pumped grunted out her second orgasm. She rolled off me and fell into a drunken sleep, snoring before her head hit the pillow. My mind was racing. I hoped she wasn't just talking through the booze. I. It was, and we both enjoyed ourselves, and parted the way we were when we started, as friends. But, Sophia, this has to stop, I think." Experimenting with other people, you mean?" Yeah." I think you're right. I've gotten it out of my system. Have you?" Yeah. Believe me, you're the best, but only the best--you--could ever top the Liz Cushman Deflowering Experience. Anyone besides you would just pale in comparison."Sophia laughed. "Good!"Sophia plopped down in front of Liz in the hotel dining. "She was smiling as she said it, but her eyes were bright and she finished in almost a croak as her throat plainly closed up.Then it was Susan's turn. She said, "I'm hopeless at this sort of thing, really, but I did manage to write this." She pulled a small piece of paper from her dainty bag, and read aloud."My love for youIs the loveThat the rain has for the sea.You remind me of the moonI am the tideBegging for youYou are smooth and supple under my fingersAs though someone cast youAround the.