He knew that I still woke up most nights with nightmares of Teddy trying to rape me. That doesn't mean that we didn't experiment... a lot!I remembered... our first date. Brock took me to the Cultural Arts Festival on the Torrington College campus. We walked and saw the exhibits. We agreed that some of what they called art should have been burned before it was ever displayed. We also found quite a few excellent pieces that we liked. The best part of the whole day was that I got to hold Brock's hand. And stroked Jim’s prick and balls as he continued to feast hungrily on Jenna’s pussy.Cindy let her skilled hands rove across his taut body, tantalizing him with her caresses and nails raking his back. Then she moved to cup his large balls. His sack swinging as he hunched over Jenna. She gripped his balls firmly, squeezing and gently rolling them in her hand. Cindy rolled them in the palm of her hand using her thumb and middle fingers to nudge them in one direction or the other. Her hand closed. Now I was tired and thought a quick wash and bed together would be the right idea. Vicki though began gently stroking my cock and, craning my neck to look down at her tiny and sexy body in that state, I found myself becoming aroused again. We must have laid there on the floor for ten minutes with Vicki stroking my cock and it was begining to slowly twitch back to life. I put my hand on the back of her neck and testing the waters pushed her down a little towards my cock. She didn’t resist at all. As I reached her hands I asked her to raise her arms, and she did, allowing me to gently wipe the droplets of water from her inner arms. As I reached the blades of her shoulders I rubbed the moisture from her back and then cupped her buttocks in my hands, being sure to part her cheeks gently to dry the wet crevasse of her arse. I knelt onto one knee as I continued down her slender legs, first on the outer parts, and then back up on the inner. I heard her moan as the towel reached her.