When they got to the motorhome, he opened the door and tossed their clothes inside. Then he shut the door and gave the now puzzled, and still nude, He...len a quick kiss before striding to the back of his rig. Helen stood, proud and seemingly unaware of her nudity as she watched bemused as Duncan opened a small door on the outside of the motorhome. First Duncan pulled out an ordinary garden hose with a showerhead fastened to the end. Setting that aside he opened another larger door low on the side. It was only maybe half an hour when I heard the front door open and lots of voices. Cathy told me later that the guys had fallen for her story and said they would cheer her up. When she invited them back to her house they got very excited. They walked into the bedroom and I settled down to watch. They began to undress her and she giggled and egged them on. They were groping her and she asked them when they would get undressed. In a flash she was surrounded by four naked, horny guys. She climbed. “Mmm, I guess I can’t complain.” Jake conceded, finding it hard to argue while his dick was in her mouth.Jennifer started to move her head, taking more of his length and using one hand to stroke his shaft while the other massaged his balls, feeling his flex. The musky scent of his arousal and the sweet taste of precum fuelled by an abundance of fruity cocktails filled her senses and she resisted the urge to close her eyes, looking up towards him to make eye contact as she started her blowjob in. Somehow, it just seemed to fit better than referring to Rain as the man of the house, when nothing about Rain sounded masculine at all. This was especially true after what Jessica commented about Rain when they first met. When she didn’t realize that it was Rain, she just treated her the way that she would treat any other woman that caught her attention (and aesthetic admiration, albeit platonically). There were times that masculine pronouns seemed increasingly ... wrong? It was hard to.