The gentle throbbing between her legs reminded her of the previous night’s excesses. She pulled herself up on the pillows, half sitting, half lying, and looked around the room. Janet had gone, as had the two young men; what were their names? Pete? No, Paul, that’s it, and Mike. She closed her eyes and dreamily remembered their superb, athletic bodies and some of their shared delights. For such young men they certainly knew what they were doing. She slipped from the huge bed and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside, she quickly squatted over the toilet and began to pee. The urgent, warm torrent reawakened the nerve-endings of her sex in the most pleasurable of ways and stung her raw flesh slightly. She sighed. It had been quite a night. The job completed, she washed herself between her legs then smoothed her depilatory cream over and around her sex-lips. The coolness of the balm soothed her. She’d lost count of the number of times that Paul and Mike had slipped their hard cocks into her willing sheath during that wild orgy last night.
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