His wife’s family was loaded (but she was ugly as hell) and he and his wife lived in the Fairfield area of Shreveport in one of those two story colo...ial style homes. As my wife got dressed that night I noticed instead of pantyhose like she always wore she was putting on a pair of black thigh high stockings. I said, “I have never seen you wear stockings, you always wear pantyhose.” She said, “Pantyhose are a pain in the butt at a party when you have to go pee.” She sarcastically said, “Maybe you. "Oh no, this is all for you." Yann stroked my cock through my pants. "I just wanted people to know what I'm there for." He began unbuckling my belt."In the car, Yann?" I protested - but I didn't try to stop him. "Think of poor Juan." Juan can do you on the way home." Yann offered just before inhaling my cock."Whatever you want, Papi." Juan added.I nodded and ran my fingers through Yann's hair. I figured he must have some kind of oral fetish - this was the second time he'd blown me and I didn't. Tom grinned as Jenna sucked down his erection and began to go to work on it. As sad as he might have been about the unusually lackluster blow-job, the sight of his pretty blonde wife slamming her torso back and forth between the cocks in her pussy and ass more than made up for it. As it was his third run of the evening, Tom was able to disconnect from the tongue wrapped about his engorged phallus and congratulate himself at the well-executed party.It hadn't been easy to get Jenna to agree to. Much was made of Otto's amulet. None of them had known it, but this amulet was the badge of honor worn by a famous Mescalero war chief. It had been lost in battle to the Chiricahuas many years before, and the Mescaleros had never expected to see it again. Otto offered to return it, but Striking Snake refused to take it; he maintained that Otto had earned it properly in battle and deserved to keep it. Besides, Otto had shown himself worthy of such a badge of honor the time he had rescued.