As I approached they started yelling at me to come have a beer. I could see a keg under the shade, plus a table full of red plastic party cups.I looke...d at my watch. It was quarter to 8 in the morning. Who would be drinking beer this time of day?Turns out there was a marathon being run through the area, which would explain the arrows drawn in the road with flour. Runners would use them to navigate the course. (Can you believe some dipshit actually reported them to the cops for spreading. As for Cindy though, you know that Shirley and I already have a deal about that." I won't hold you to our deal, Kenny. I know you want to get all of us together again. I don't mind about you doing things with her now." Shirley tried to sound calm and sure. There was just the tiniest bit of doubt apparent in the way she spoke each word a little slower to me. She was willing to say she was all right with it, but it obviously wasn't what she wanted."I'm holding you to our deal though, Shirley. I'm. Rachel’s head was up and she was vibrating as well, consumed by yet another of her own orgasms. My hand was slowly rubbing my own pussy, lost in the moment as well. Slowly the woman pulled out, then sat down beside Rachel, exhausted. I sat down on the other side of Rachel and undid her cuffs. She groaned as her arms flopped down at her sides. “I loved that.” Rachel gasped softly. The woman patted her. “You’re a great fuck, babe.” Then she got up. “I gotta wash off Dick” She wiggled the dildo. She tried to stand up and I supported her. Her left leg was weak so she slid on to me and accidentally, held my crotch for support. She sensed my erection and said that it was normal and gave a smile.I felt awkward and helped her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat. I came out and closed the door.Soumya: Hey stupid. Where are you going?Me: Then what should I do?Soumya: Stand here. Who will wash me?Me: What? Oh!Her left hand was fractured and she could do nothing. She was comfortable.