Amber herded us into our bedroom because our daughter was asleep in her room. She had a bottle of wine and three glasses there, and she played hostess...as we all stood well within each other's personal space.Amber then took the initiative and removed my jacket, tie, and shirt, and then my slacks. I stood rather exposed to Bree in only my briefs. The hard-on I'd developed in the car and in anticipation of our union was kind of hard to miss.Amber and I both helped Bree undress. We didn't stop. Honey took no notice, however. Once she was on the bed, she scampered over to the two, crawled under Suzi between the two to begin suckling at her nipple.Joey just stood there, dick in hand, hypnotized by the lesbian action in front of us. I was also just as interested, but wanted to have some kind of action myself. So, with my eyes fixed on the sucking and wiggling mass, I walked over behind Joey, and ran my hand down his left butt cheek, just barely brushing his crack. He pushed back, but I. With the morning sunlight flickering through the curtains, last night's events didn't seem so momentous. Last night he'd thought the evening was incredible. He'd spoken to Anne in a non-work setting; it had been almost as if they'd been to a dinner date on their own. Now, this morning, he felt that he'd over-dramatised it. It hadn't been a non-work setting after all. Percy and Rick had been right there at their table. And yet... And yet they'd all but completely disappeared from his mind last. The fiance was history, and John Barton and Kim were man and wife.There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp. Maybe that was what drove him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his.