Peter was out numbered, two against his resistance. He rolled his eyes at both of them, dropped his head and reluctantly went over to Eva's glistening, cum soaked pussy, dropped on his knees and used the towel he had in hand to wipe up the god-awful mess Jim had made with his seed.   He looked up and gave Eva a "really?" look when she purposely pushed gobs of semen out of her lips.<br/><br/>He sighed, stood up, and excused himself to the bathroom to rinse the towel off, ring it out and leave it on the counter to dry.