I stood in front of it, hand on the handle. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.Nothing had changed. Her flower-print bed cover was half off her bed, th...e sheets askew, as if she’d just gotten up this morning. A small overnight case rested on the bed. School books were spread over a messy desk. The room smelled musty. Her sneakers were lying on the floor, her closet door partially open, her clothes still hanging. A bookshelf had a haphazard collection of books on it.My heart thumped. One step. One. The bathroom had several stalls, all empty except the one she was in, and she was grateful for the silence except for the heavy beating of the water on the tiled floor. Steam began to gather as the water reached the perfect temperature and she pulled her hair up into a bun, pinning it on top of her head. She reached out her hand and allowed the water to hit her palm, testing the temperature and stepped forward. The hot water hit her and she closed her eyes, splashing her face, rubbing away the. ‘And you must be a really special guy.’ He smiled and nodded again. Was she hitting on him, or just being sociable? ‘What about you?’ he asked, ‘I noticed you aren’t wearing a ring.’ ‘My husband died in a plane crash about 10 years ago.’ ‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.’ ‘I miss him every day.’ ‘He must have been really special.’ ‘He was. I’d like to tell you about him, plus hear about your women. I have some wine in my room. Would you like to hang out for a while?’ He nodded, hoping she had more in. We added more oil as needed and over the next 10 minutes we stroked his amazing almost foot long hard cock. Richie's excitement grew and grew and with our feet and hands stroking his massive shaft he eventually began to buck his hips up to meet our strokes. His explosion was epic and his thick white cum was launched in long ropes that spiraled and fell over our feet. All thirty toes had his cum on them by the time the wonderful cum fountain stopped. "Holy shit," I heard from John watching back.