"Let's all go home and then you can tell us as little or as much as you feel like."With a much lighter heart, I gathered up my stuff and followed the ...hree women out to the car – which was, mercifully, a huge SUV. Two students returning for the summer have a lot of luggage.The journey home was long – Ms. du Pont and Ms. Ingalls live in a rambling colonial style house on the outskirts of town. I was later to learn that Ms. Ingalls had inherited the place from a great aunt. Had things gone. Very difficult to decide how to do this though, when I had over the last few days, had such amazing sex. Upper brain was saying one thing but little brain had a lot more sway.At this point, I can start making up stories about our sex over the next three or four weeks. The fact is I can’t really remember much of the sex in those four weeks. The three of us did wind up in bed together most weekends at least once, but Rachael engineered our timetable so it was just the two of us, most of our time. "Scoot, Tiger," I re-enforced his mother's orders. "This isn't the laundry room, you know."Pulling four beer out of the fridge, I was assaulted by the sight of my brother-in-law down to his boxers as my sister reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Now wearing only panties, the vision of her still-taut body brought a thrill to my senses, and my cock reacted accordingly."You still have that effect on him, I see," Tanya giggled as she spotted the growing bulge in the front of my pants."I sure. I’m in,” I said.“As will I,” said Jake as Alyssa began reading.“20 minutes in heaven,” she began. “After I turn the lights off, whoever accepts strips to just their bottom underwear, gets on the futon, and pretends to be complete strangers at a swinger party. Once the lights come back on, everything goes back to normal, and nothing ever happened.”We all looked at each other questioningly, each of us looking for signs of fear, disgust, or things of those sorts. After no one made any arguments,.