As the hot, summer night wore on, my date suggested we escape to a place with a little more privacy – our refuge became the shower. In our haste to ...et naked and surrender to our bodies needing to touch, we had left the bathroom door unlocked. I remember hearing the door open and shut and the shower curtain slowly being drawn. Chris stood in front of us – our voyeur - watching us make love under the gentle stream of water. "Let's move into the living room for dessert, " Chris said, handing us. For both of us. I'd like to turn things down a notch. I don't want to put any more pressure on you. I've been hard on you I know. But ... well ... let's enjoy dinner and we can talk afterwards."I nodded. "Thank you. I'm a bundle of nerves. I'm so ... upset about what's happened. I'm so unsure of myself and what I want to say." Just be yourself. Tell me what you want to tell me. Be honest, Edie. Be honest with me and most of all ... be honest with yourself."He called me Edie again. He hadn't. Flea’s parents had obviously migrated here from Africa somewhere. Her skin has that perfect African tone to it, so perfect, so dark, so beautiful. But Denny, well if you consider the quintessential tanned Aussie with those playful blue eyes and naturally curly brown hair cut to the shoulder. To me she looked like she would always be ready for a party. Or ready to head down to the beach. And when I looked at her, it was her words that bought me to my knees.‘Come on puppy’ she said ‘down you go’. As Katie's parents told us the ground rules, Lynette, a super cute brunette, whispered to me: "Wow. If I ever got the chance, I would fuck Katie's dad silly."Needless to say that shocked me (and made my pussy a little wet). Even though Lynette was a super cutie and had a smoking hot body, and all the guys wanted to fuck her, she never talked about boys. We all thought she might be a virgin.I whispered to Lynette, "Well, it looks like he'll be fucking his wife tonight," and I thought that would.