I had him sit in a variety of positions. He was easy going and did everything I asked of him, which was surprising, because he was the type of person ...ormally giving the instructions. “OK, business suit time,” I replied. Without saying a word, Steve stripped out of his shirt and dropped his jeans before I knew what was going on. I asked him if he wanted me to step out of the room while he changed. “No,” he replied, “there’s not anything here you haven’t already seen before.” My heart pounded.. Any place the bug bit, you'd find folks having sex in some form or another.Most all parties are, in one form or another a takeoff on these two styles. So, here was Merry and I, helping get the place tidied up and readied for the following nights events. Much was already done, but being the house was their actual residence there was always things to clean, put away, get out, and otherwise prepare.Saturday night came and I was asked to be the greeter for the evening. That required meeting folks. Caine was too, clearly. He kept his cool though, simply putting down his cards and gawking in disbelief as I impaled my pussy on his friend’s cock. The others were pushed out of my mind as I started to bounce up and down on Mark's tool. I was moaning and he was grunting with every thrust into my extreme wetness. I could hear Tim and Winston’s hard breathing as they watched Mark's cock repeatedly disappear into and then reappear from my hole. Mark moved his hands to my waist and helped lift me. I knocked at the door of the bathroom. Susan Aunty opened the door half and I gave her the soap then she closed the door. My disappointment was great. I began to retreat but suddenly.She called me again and when I turned I saw that the door was fully opened. She called me to come in and wanted me to rub soap on her back with trembling feet I entered the bathroom and found that Susan Aunty was standing facing the wall. I could see her back side. She was wearing an inner skirt which was wet.