Yes, by Sam
From Torg Adventure
Marsha and Jack froze with the beautiful Hispanic girl wedged between Jack and the wall, his cock still embedded inside her. A slight chill of air moving touched their wet skin as the hot water pelted them. Jack could see a moving shape behind the shower curtain.
At the back of the shower, Sam's head poked around the curtain. "That's where you two are. I came in to use the bathroom and heard you guys. You need any help?" Her voice was smoky and mischievous.
Marsha let out her breath in a gasp, having held it since Sam first spoke. She turned around and kissed me, rubbing soap over my still-stiff penis. "Mmm, I'm pretty happy right now, but Jack might be ready." She squeezed my erection and slipped out of the tub. Sam's head retreated, and Jack could hear Marsha whisper, "He's great! Have fun!" Then it looked like the two girls kissed, but he couldn't quite tell through the curtain.
"Wet or dry, Sam? In here or on the bed?"
What does Sam choose?
