was drying himself. I was torn between returning Marie’s gaze at me or watching Ken, with his cock standing proud and strong, dry himself. Part of me felt very uncomfortable ogling her almost-boyfriend right in front of her, her watching my reaction to him. Another part of me lusted after Ken without shame, without regret, with only concern for my pleasure in the moment. Much like the way I had earlier watched Marie lust after Ken. I didn’t know what to do or say. I could