And he sure as hell was good looking. I wondered what he’d be like in bed, and I tried to gage that from what I’d seen of him so far. I sipped my ...ine and tried to imagine his delicious lips on mine, and his hands on my shapely breasts. Needing them with a gentle touch. His gaze holding mine as my breathing became deeper. “Everything alright Jenny.” he whispered into my ear. “Yes, … I was just wondering what to eat next, the food looks so delicious. “Here, try a piece of this.” he said. She had her hand on the inside of my thigh and would rub my leg every so often but did not creep up to my cock at all. This made me want her all the more but I continued to play it cool – I would lean into her to talk, put my hand on the small of her back, touched her knee on occasion but played it slow and let the fire build at a good pace. While we were verbally slow dancing, our spouses were dry-fucking on the dance floor. They were all over each other, making out and grabbing each other all. He flopped down next to her on the bed. She finished her business and looked intently at her men, now on either side of her. “I could really use a cigarette now,” she said sighing. Both guys agreed and their friend got up and grabbed the box and ashtray lying near the dresser. “Man that was fun,” he exclaimed as he sat back on the bed and handed each of them a smoke. “I agree,” said her boyfriend. “Fuck yeah that was great,” she said smiling broadly. The three lay there smoking and. Then, he put his other hand on her thigh, just above her knew and ran it up and down, feeling her leg right up to her panties. Sarah was in extacy, loving all those guys as they felt her. Then the same black guy, still holding Sarah’s skirt right up above her waist, put a finger in the waistband of her panties, right at the front and pulled downwards. He said ‘Hey guys, here’s some Brit pussy’ and from where I was, I could see Sarah’s pussy lips and crack. Then he said ‘Okay, you aren’t.