“Cassie,” I said as I uncurled her. “The storm is over. It is only raining now. Come on. Let me carry you up to your room to help get you shower...ed and then into bed.”She jumped into my arms and had a death grip on me. Angel led the way back through the tunnel, up to their stairs and down the hallway where Carrie was sharing a room with three other girls. Angel knocked on the door and told the girl that answered wearing a see-through nightie that Carrie freaked out because of the storm, and we. " So you want one of us to do it?"I nonchalantly shrugged again. "If you want my cock hard, I guess you'll have to. Your drawings will look much better showing a hard-on." So who do want to do it?" Nikki asked.I paused to take a deep breathe. I was happy they were considering doing it."I think you both should," I said. "One of you can do it for a couple of minutes and then the other. I should stay hard for a while."I got off the stool and dragged over a pool recliner chair. I lay flat on it. It was time to fuck her.She felt her pussy deserted, her body dropping off the edge as the pleasure was suddenly taken from her. She felt the bed moving as the men changed places, hands deserting her ass. She felt the hot body of a naked man lying on top of her, feeling the unmistakable presence of a cock pushed between her legs. It rubbed up and down her slit, Belinda feeling the thick head growing slick with her juices as it jerked in excitement on her naked flesh. His hairy chest rubbed on. I would be the first subject to book in and wait in the line." As I heard this, I din't wish to keep listening anymore and got out of the stall, then out of the bathroom. I stood there like if something inside me was burning. I felt anger. I definitely was not happy by the comment about Marcela, my wife, but from that day on I noticed I had began to feel excited for the mere thought of my wife's drawing everybody's attention. So each time we had sex I had fantasies and imagined people.