Rec-Room Rendezvous

She needed a brush for her mussed hair. And a different kind of one for her teeth. Her clothes were in shambles, rumpled and wrinkled. Her panties were ruined, the one intact side wrapped around her leg. And she had cum leaking from her pussy.

Still awash in the afterglow of her explosive orgasms she didn't even feel like getting off the floor just yet. Instead she wanted to lay there, bathed in that warmth and the men's admiring gazes. The latter of which caused her to instinctively shift her legs slightly, opening them a little further.

"I wish we had time," Tom grinned, noting the action. "But we're gonna be missed upstairs soon, if we aren't already."

Janet knew he was right, even as a tiny part of her tried to convince her otherwise. Turning her mind to the issue at hand she remembered there was a brush and some other things in the rec-room's bath. And she thought maybe she could throw her clothes in the dryer for a few minutes to de-wrinkle them.

"If you could help me stand," she finally whispered.

The End