Chapter 11

For some twenty minutes there was only the sound of bass and baritone groaning and grunting and a higher, feminine-pitched moaning, sighing, and purring. And then, nearing mutual ejaculation, Shaffer and Vaughn became more wildly active, kissing Abegail's lips and neck in succession and each other across her shoulders, and using their hands to squeeze her breasts and work on each other's nipples and to lift and sink her body on theirs in ever-quicker motion until Abegail's cries of fully being taken and of flowing inside both of her passages marked the shared climax. As the three cooled down, they stayed there in front of the mirror, murmured endearments to each other, and explored each other's curves and crevices with their hands.

And then, in what had almost become a ritual, as the two men slowly became aroused again, Vaughn pulled Abegail up from Shaffer's lap and carried her over to the edge of the bed, laid her gently down there on her back, spread her legs, and slowly entered he