He was still inside of Holmes. His face was still in Holmes's hair. He closed his eyes, concentrating on regulating his breathing. Beneath him Holmes ...was panting. And he was shaking. Watson could feel him.When he finally pulled away, Holmes turned to him and slumped backwards against the wall, his legs were quivering slightly and he was damp all over.Without waiting for an invitation to do so, Watson went forward and took Sherlock carefully in his arms. In his post-sex fatigue, Holmes didn't. We agreed to meet Ian for a quick dinner and then a tripto a gentlemen’s club he knew in town.When Alana and I got back to our room, she quicklystripped off her bikini, lay down in bed and demandedthat I go down on her. As I spread her thighs and gotready to eat her pussy, I noticed she was alreadysoaking wet. As I enthusiastically dove in, she startedtalking about Ian. She talked about finding out just howbig his dick was and about fucking him over and overagain. As she pulled my head. Suddenly I'm snapped back to the present as I hear bumping on the other side. I heard two thumps about head height on the other side. Then I felt an extremely wet pussy slide onto my cock. God if felt good. I felt like a woman that loved getting fucked. Each time her pussy slide to the base of my cock I felt her ass sit on my nuts. I realized she had her feet up towards the ceiling and was basically hanging off the wall, and sliding on my cock. It actually was quite intense. Every time she. The grouting was messy, but when the girls were done, no one would have been able to tell their work from that of a professional, although it took longer for them to do it.Ashley turned to Jasmine, “About that shower...”“Yeah, I know. I’ve been reading on the grout and mastic boxes – minimum twelve hours, and for a shower, twenty-four. Oh, well, we have plenty of hot water to bathe the way we did last night. I can do without a shower for another day or two.”They weren’t professionals the way.