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Ken lay groaning like he had been steamrolled, knackered, vacant, drained and depleted.
Not so with the women, chirpy with the energy of a decent feed they began kissing one another and used their tongues to search for the dregs of Ken's mess in one another's mouths. When Kitana turned to reach for the spliff bag Gina noticed Ken's first flurry running down between her friend's shoulder blades.
'Wow, desert,' she chortled and pushed her pal over onto her forearms, leaning over her to facilitate its consumption. But moments later she did share the pud with her pal.
The women had to help Ken back into his clothes, he was so wasted, they poured him some energy drink in a plastic mug and insisted he drank it and its caffeine did help him considerably. When at last they unzipped the tent flap for him and he was stepping outside Gina called to him and said,
'Bye the way, you know those 'I like boys' panties that you cleaned up whilst you shot your lot, well, last night Herbert borrowed them from the guy ropes and the gusset was full of his spunk, well our spunk as we explained. Don't worry, you need all the nutrition you can get after haemorrhaging so much, and one other thing we didn't give you permission to come, you naughty boy. We want to visit the curry restaurant tomorrow night. See you, Ken.'
'See you, Ken,' Kitana called.
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