I could only picture what that felt like, and concentrated on that as I got closer and closer.I heard a noise to my right. One of the girls, she was a... year or two younger than me, was standing in the door, watching. She had one hand on her breast, and the other was between her legs. She was staring at the same place I was, and probably getting herself nice and worked up.That was all it took. I went over the top in one giant wave after another, totally strung out as my climax swept through me in. When i went into the bathroom i saw her dress,slips and panties that she wore the previous day. I returned to the room and put the one which i took before into the closet. Since i had one in the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and started to think of her with her panties and slips and started to masturbate. And finally i finished everything and took those panties and slips with me(for future use). Then i came to her bed and pretended to study and it was almost 6:30pm then she showed up. She. We did not care if we each lost 4 hands at first after which we would bear down a bit and get serious, or as serious as two drunks could get anyway.First hand I threw in three fours to a pair of sixes. As we weren't showing our hands, it was an easy fold. Tim lost the next two and I lost the next. The ladies were having a great time and I suggested to Tim we get serious. He went along and the ladies laughed, figuring we had beer balls and were talking through our drunken appearance. Betty lost. Tameka quickly learned the whole story about the Fosters and what they had done to Monique and I. To my surprise and everlasting pleasure she held each of us closely in a long and loving hug and let us cry ourselves out when we first unburdened ourselves to her with the whole story. It was almost as if I had finally sat down with Jason and told him.Tameka also quickly showed that her earlier kisses were not just her teasing us. She took every opportunity to offer hugs and kisses, always.