The all-purpose victim.No girlfriend, no affection, no affirmation of self-worth. He was starved for sex. He craved to be touched, just to be touched ...in a loving way by a woman. He had even, on a couple of occasions, worked up the courage to ask a classmate for a date. The girls had laughingly turned him down. Unwanted. Rejected. A reject, that's what he was.Was. That was the past, but this was the present. He had done a lot of thinking while serving time in that damn prison of a school. He was. I could not hold it in much more neither, only a few more strokes. I could hear my wife filling up my colleagues coffee cup on the other side of the wall as I was pumping Rachel full with my load. I knew that Rachel could orgasm quietly, I had seen it twice. Now I had to stay quiet as well, even though I wanted to scream as my semen was pumping out into Rachel. I held one of my hands on Rachels belly, and there were movements in there as we orgasmed together. It excited me even more. When I. "Find my soap, too" I said as he began to realize than nothing was here, it was not a hotel. "Check my overnight bag." I added.I started the water and just got under the hot stream to rinse the love making from me. Bill came back in a moment later, handing me a bar of my soap. He went off again, looking for towels. He returned and I saw him put a towel in the rack and he slid open the shower door, "Need this?" he said, as he passed me a bottle of shampoo. I smiled as I realized I would need. Becky collapsed under me and sweat was rolling across her forehead. I pulled myself up next to her and started kissing her boobs. Then I pulled her close to me and started hugging her and we started french kissing. After a few minutes, I asked if she wanted to go for a walk and I can see the old neighborhood. We had a nice walk and I seen many of the same houses Kelly and I used to look at along any of our walks. Many have changed, but many were still the same. Beckys mind seemed.