When he came back from his phone call, he had a mission. “Michael, I just spoke to my bride, and she wants you to come by when we finish up here. It... seems my darling wife has a supply of clothes that would fit that little girl you saved. She wants you to come take it all away and put it to good use.” I was both surprised and honored that one of the soon-to-be richest men in the world even knew I existed, much less would worry about sharing some clothes with Tina.I learned a great deal from that. “Put the shower on will you Mike,” my wife said when we got into the lounge, “I think we all need to cool off first.” I headed for the bathroom and did as she asked and a couple of seconds later they joined me in the shower. It was a bit of a squeeze, with three of us in there but it made for more personal, close contact. I took two sponges and squirted shower gel onto them before handing one to David, who immediately went to work on one of Hazel's tits, rubbing it over the nipple while. The light seeping through the too thin curtains stung my eyes as I scanned the room trying to recognize my surroundings. Distant sounds of car horns and loud music quietly filled the room. I looked down at the ivory sheets that covered my naked body and suddenly, like a sack of bricks to the face, I rememberd where I was. The feel of last night's escapades still lingered in my mouth....Five years. Five years down the drain. All the 'what-ifs' and the 'could'ves and shoud'ves' still on my mind.. I gave her a few minutes to recover cause the next stop for my dick was that little pink asshole of hers. I leaned over to her ear and I whispered softly “How was that?” and her answer came out in a groan “Mmmmm Hmmmmm” I understood what she meant. I looked at my beautiful girlfriend in afterglow. I could see every contour of her body in the moonlight. I ran my hands up and down her naked body and then I slid my hand over her ass cheek to find her asshole. Which was wet from her amazing.