It was over.Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her brain. Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.She lay perfectly still, not want...ing to speak or be spoken to - not even wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt suddenly empty. She hoped he would go away and never come back. She wished she could sleep and wake to find it had all been a dream - like all those others.But then, she wasn't sure how many minutes later, his hands were touching her again. He was. The sheets were twisted and turned down. There was a wet spot in the middle of the bottom sheet. The room reeked of sex.I stripped and pulled Carol to me on the bed. We clung to each other with pure sexual passion. She rubbed her body on me and I rubbed my cock on her.I asked, "Did he make you cum?" Do you really want to know?" Carol asked.I was short of breath and said, "Every last dirty detail."Carol started, "First he made me cum with his fingers. He swirled my cum on my cunt lips and. Jane nodded. ‘What is she in to?’ ‘She’s an Orioles fan.’ Baseball, now that was a big oh no. I know nothing. Where most kids can reel off the batting averages of every player current and past I struggled knowing the names of which city went with each team. ‘What else?’ ‘She saw the video from Friday night.’ My head jerked up. Jane didn’t falter. ‘She recognised me at the end.’ I now knew how two and two made four. The video showed Jane and Charlie standing at the front of the stage as they. They were still wet. I turned them inside out and saw her secretion on the white cotton material. Closing my eyes I stuck out my tongue. Oh God! It was something that I had never tasted before. So fucking erotic it was in my mouth, like the unforbidden fruit. My knees shaking I had to sit down. The commode being the best place for me to sit, in so allowing me to spread wide and run my fingers along my camel toes. The mucus I could feel in my vagina walls when I thrust my finger.