" I am glad you like it. Gnomish mead from up north." She smiled. "Plan on sticking around or just passing through?" She smiled."Depends if I can find...work." I nodded. I didn't know much about city life."No shortage of work around here handsome." How much is a room for the night here?" Three copper. Not counting food and drink." She said wiping a spot where some of the mead had split."That cheap?" Um hum. Three for a night or eighteen for a week." She smiled. Which meant one night was free if I. Finally, I took pity on her and nodded to Marie to let her know that this was to be the one. She nodded back showing she understood. When I had made Marie cum earlier in the day she had squirted at once, but Sherri rarely did so. Usually only after a prolonged spell of denial such as this one. She did this time and with a force I’d never seen before from her. Her body bucked and twisted and the straps holding her down bit into her thighs. It seemed to go on for ages until she suddenly flopped. Shelly took it as her cue to lean up to Andrea’s mouth and kiss her deeply. It didn’t take long for Tim to drop his drawers and stroke his sturdy, wide cock with one hand and plunge his fingers inside of Shelly with the other. From the way we were sitting, the only thing Andrea could do was reach around and alternate between grabbing my cock and my balls hard over the fabric of my shorts. I would have loved to have her hand on it without anything getting in the way, but there was no way I was. I had been at my brother’s for a couple of days and was able to relax with him and his family, and it did me a world of good. I was starting to think of other things besides what a mess I had made of my life and stopped feeling sorry for myself. And yes, I was beginning to think about sex.Mark’s wife had passed away a couple of years ago, and I remember him being a very attentive lover. Now that he is a widower, maybe we could be of mutual assistance.I got out my cell phone and called his.