No stammering. No hint that she knew who I was. Just the nervous politeness of someone uncomfortable in a crowd.I didn’t pay attention to any other ...ames or introductions; my mind was reeling as I went through the motions with a smile on my face and names going straight over my head.I was still stunned as they drifted past, quiet excuses made while I was trying to come up with a plan.She brushed past.Then she was gone.I looked around a few minutes later, but they’d left.Paul’s chat had just. Sarah and Fern followed, padding down the carpeted hallway in silence. When the naked trio entered the bathroom, Gene slid the shower doors open to reach for the bright nozzles. His pale buttocks jutting boldly at the two women, the lanky young man bent over the tub, the hairy slit of his asshole winking merrily. He tested the temperature of the water, then switched the lever so that a fine spray came from the shower head. "Okay, gals," Gene announced, grinning over his shoulder. "Ladies. “Yes,” I almost sobbed.“I will search all three of them,” he said and circled my clit by scratching a fingernail against the two layers of fabric that covered it, sending coarse vibrations straight into the hot, molten core of me like little needles of too much pleasure. Too much, too uncomfortable to orgasm from it and not enough at the same time, but then the pad of his thumb pushed up and into the yawning, grasping, empty, weeping hole that was my pussy, as far in as the pantyhose and my. I parked the car and climbed the stairs, my heart racing. I tried the door, but they had locked it. I pulled out my keys and undid the lock, opening the door slowly. I paused, listening as I stepped quietly in. I hear Janine’s moans coming from my bedroom, and my heart continued to race. My cock was hard as a rock, realizing she was in the other room fucking another man.I crossed the living room and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. I saw Greg’s ass first. He was kneeling on the bed, with.