Mike heaved out all he had stored for too many weeks.Greta shuddered under him, her breathing beginning to recover, as she asked him, "Hell, you are g...ood. How many women have you fucked?"Mike shook his head in wonder. Could he answer her question? Flattered by her observation, he made a guess at ten, and that's what he told her.Greta sighed, "You kept going longer than most men who have fucked me. You like sex?"Mike could have laughed out loud. "Oh, just a little bit, but I don't generally talk. The combination of spit, from me going down on her, and the natural lube, drenched my cock and balls, and was leaving a growing wet spot in the sleeping bag. To say I erupted would be an understatement. As my muscles tightened, I thrust one deep last time and unloaded what seemed to be an endless stream of hot cum. My body was wracked and she pulled me down on top of her to rest. We lay there, spent, our sweat mixed together on her chest and belly. We sat there for a long time, my now limp. Rebecca ran to catch up, but seeing how upset Isabel was, she remains silent. Rebecca opens the bedroom door for us and turn down the bed. With a wave of my hand, I undressed Isabel before sliding her under the covers. Rebeccas eyes widened for only a second, before she retreated. Now alone, I undressed the same as I had for my wife, I slip beside her. I hold my wife as she cries herself to sleep. It is a long night, and I am tempted to erase Isabels memory of the previous night. I could not. I heard him walk towards the sink. He driedhis hands and paused. I feared he noticed the closed stall with noapparent person in it. I heard the bathroom door open and started tomove my feet down.I quickly pulled them back up as I heard another man speaking to theman by the sink. The man then left the bathroom leaving the man whothen stepped into the stall next to mine. He noticed my breathing andsaid, "Hey, buddy, can you give me so toilet paper?"I was horrified. I did my best to give him the.