“Yeah.” I agreed, feeling his big hand massaging my hip through the blanket. It sent tingles straight into my pelvis where my pussy was still wet and aching from Mrs. B’s massage.

“You get some rest.” He moved his fingers under my chin. “You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, almost sad when he moved his hand and stood.

“Come on, Carrie.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get to bed and let her rest.”

Mrs. B stood, following her husband. “Good night.”

“Thank you,” I called as they went out, shutting the door.

I breathed a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. I rolled over onto my belly, hugging my pillow, my pussy burning between my thighs, aching to be touched. I tried to ignore it and sleep, but the more I did, the more restless I became.

I heard Mr. and Mrs. B laughing and talking in their bedroom. I tossed and turned on the bed, trying to find a cool spot, a comfortable position.

Finally, I got up, deciding to draw a bath. Tonight was as good a night as any to try out that big Jacuzzi tub. I pulled my robe on and found my towel on the floor. It was still damp, so I hung it over the end of the bed, deciding to get a new one from the linen closet.

“That’s the taste of her pussy, baby.” I heard Mrs. B’s voice when I peeked out my door. I saw a light on in their room, coming from a crack in the door. “Go ahead, taste it.”

“Oh my God,” he murmured, and I closed my eyes, hearing a sucking sound. “You had your fingers in her?”

“Not quite,” Mrs. B said. “Almost. I was just…rubbing her ouchie tummy for her.”

Doc chuckled. “God, she tastes so good. I want to eat that sweet little cunt.”

Flushing, I pressed my hand between my legs, feeling the incredible heat there. I knew they were talking about me.