I mean, I wasn't ... Uh..." There! All done," she decided, spinning me around so that I had no choice but to stare at the guy. "Curt, meet Wendy. Havi...g problems?" These Speedos are too small," he complained. "Look at that. There's no way my shit's gonna fit in that bag, Shelly."The man held up a swimsuit, one of those small nylon kind that most men probably shouldn't wear. It did look tiny compared to him, especially when my eyes wandered lower to stare at his huge cock. It just sort of arched. It was then that the Brents singled me out with some nice words on how they had found my comments and suggestions so far to be quite enlightening and useful. "Yes, Alyssa and I have learned more already tonight than we have known all the time before this. Quite good. There are some questions we do have, however, that we would like to pose, more privately, if possible, and we were wondering if we could see you for a bit afterwards." "Well, I'd invite you to my hotel room but I live just forty. On the day of the party Peter and I has been a bit snippy with each- nothing major, just little barbs here and there. I had come close to not going at all- making some remark about it "always ending up like an orgy" or something. To which he had replied "God I hope so", which had irked me a little. We were being driven to the party by a friend and neighbor, Tony- a dapper, polite little man in his seventies. An old friend of Peter's- a married man who I don't think fully approved of his. I was the linchpin. I didn't need to move every thrust of the other people on the bed caused something to move in me. I was lost in a sexual coma as we drove ourselves crazy with lust. Matt and I filled each other's mouth more or less simultaneously. Steve and Malcolm went off next. Malcolm in Steve and Steve in me. We all rested as we watched Ben twist his hips attacking Matt from different angles and directions. The difference in the sensations drove Matt to swear and shake as he.