Not so good

The next morning Brendan wakes up to an unbelievable pain in his chest. Rolling over, he almost falls off the couch, then heads to the bathroom. He strips the clothes from the night before, sits down, pees, wipes then masturbates. Allison had filled him in on her process during dinner when they both had to relieve themselves. He plays with his clit until the build up breaks and he pours all the pent up liquid from his breasts. "That's still weird but totally better then anything I've felt." he mutters to himself wiping again and getting changed into some of Amy's pj's. He looks around for Allison and Amy. Brendan finds the two of them in Amy's bed with all their clothes scattered around the bedroom. "Uh girls? Hey! Amy, Allison! Get up." he says with some fear in his voice. The two stir and immediately panic a bit. Amy scrambles away and to the head board while Allison manages to slow fall off the bed hitting the floor with a uncomfortable thud. "Ow. I'm okay. Oh god that hurts. Be right back." Allison says scrambling naked to the bathroom downstairs. Brendan climbs next to Amy "Did you two...?" Amy looks wide eyed "No. Not that I remember. Looks like it. Kinda feels like it. Oh no..." Allison comes back and mumbles "So how did everyone sleep?" Amy and Brendan look back at her. "Did you sleep with Amy last night?" Brendan asked. Allison stops and snaps to focus. "I remember the bar..... getting inside the house.... not the ride..... then kinda coming to.... oh no..." After several seconds of silence, Allison starts apologizing non stop. So much so she starts to cry and tries to get dressed, hug them, and recoil all at the same time.