“You bastard, Brian Whatcom! You never said anything about Skull Island! How long are you going to wait until you tell someone?” she voiced between giggles.
“Oh, I don’t know. A couple days, maybe? Like eight, ten, thirty-five? That should give Hansen time to cool his balls!” he suggested. “I’d like to talk to Lucy Rasmussen when we get back, though. She might not be able to open that old rape case again, but her testimony sure will help ours. Personally, I want that asshole’s balls for bookends for what he tried to do to Denise! But sitting out here in the middle of a lake isn’t going to do us any good, so let’s get moving, shall we?”
Marsha leaned into her boyfriend and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then went over to Ted and kissed him as well. Denise followed suit, hugging Ted close to her when it was his turn.
“What was that for?” Brian asked.
“Oh, just a couple of girls that really appreciate you rescuing them,” Denise told both of them, “and hoping that you’ll fuck them again, as sweetly and wonderfully as you did last night. God, you two were magnificent! My pussy’s still tingling! You three showed me things about myself that I never knew!”
“Like the fact that you really can squirt when you cum?” Ted quizzed.
“Among other things” Dennie answered, a lascivious hint to her voice. “If you guys are really good boys, we’ll even show you . . . maybe.”
The invitation to engage in more sexual activities was there, but would the boys be able to keep up with their new girlfriends?
Well, to be frank . . . .