Still thinking but with his mind wondering back to the conversation with Damon and Meave, Marcus went to the communal bathroom on his floor. He stripped, peed in the toilet and went into the showers. He shampooed his hair, rinsed it, grabbed the soap and started hand bathing himself. His cock stood up, erect, throbbing a bit. He soaped and started stroking his randy meat.
Meave, naked as the day she was born, stepped into the showers with Damon. He was so embarrassed, he let go of his cock and tried to mumble an explanation. Meave put a shushing finger to her pursed lips. She grasped Damon's cock with her soft hand and stroked it.
Damon just looked at her smiling face, red hair, the freckles, even on her shoulders; her firm tits, pointy nipples, jiggling as she jacked his cock. Meave turned Damon into the flow of water letting it wash the soap from her hand, his cock and balls. She turned him back, knelt on the wet floor and took his cock in her mouth, started sucking, moving her head back and forth, cupping his balls in one hand, holding onto one of his butt cheeks with the other. |