I must have shot off in real life, too, with the come in my shorts and on the bed the result. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and put on ...clean shorts. I planned to try to clean the sheet with a wet wash cloth, but I was too late–Sue was already making the bed and had seen the wet blotch. She stroked her fingers across the wet spot and then rubbed them together, feeling the slippery texture of my boy juice. I was standing in the doorway and there wasn’t anything I could do to avoid. ”Then Joanne said, “Maybe Steve could do it to me and John could watch.”I thought, I am not believing what I am hearing. She had not known us for more than about half an hour and she was suggesting a stranger fuck her, I was gobsmacked.Steve did not hesitate, he looked at me and said, “Is that ok with you?”I replied, “If you feel that is the way to go, why not?” I was still bewildered at her suggestion.Joanne had no problems in suggesting another man fuck her. Her husband was standing there not. She was cumming within minutes, gripping the divider wall, she was moaning so loud its a wonder we weren’t caught. She’s pretty wild. I didn’t finish until 10 minutes before the start of third, I helped her back into her jeans and we walked back into the hall giggling like bad kids. As we walked, she grabbed my hand interlacing her fingers in mine. Standing in the recess where I had held her last week, we made out until the bell signaled the end of lunch. On Saturday I texted Day. My blue sport thong is saturated with sweat and has been riding up my ass all run. I should have gone with the spandex. Sweat beads down my neck to my breasts where it saturates my sports bra. What was light pink when I started, looks like a light red. My hair is in a high bun and my headband is soaked through. I continue down the trail with four miles left before I get to my car.As I continue on, I approach a steep hill through some dense forest, I begin to climb the hill slowly. My breathing.