Two thoughts entered my mind. One was that after what they must have witnessed, why was everyone thinking it was just fun and getting on with things.... Were they that drunk? Two was that I had a very pretty girl sitting on my lap wearing only her underwear, and a portion of my anatomy was trying very hard to gain her attention. She tried to appear not to notice.The first loser was Jake, showing that there was a certain amount of justice in the world, beaten by Sally, the shy, skinny blonde. . . now she lay on the floor, her legs spread open, her eyes shut, and her hands thrusting the dildo in and out of her tight pussy which could barely take the dildo inside, it was oozing and squirting, all the juices she had inside… Her other hand caressing her own body..especially her boobs, she would squeeze then hard and play with her nipples vigorously. And soon the room was filled with.. mmmmmmmmnaaaaahhhh.. uuuummmmhhhhh…aaaahhhh… Her sweet voice making all the moans and hisses sound. “Yes, I suppose so. So, my arse tastes like that, does it? Not bad, if I may say so myself. I could get used to that, especially, that tongue of yours back there, but how about I return the favor, love?” Miranda knelt behind her daughter and parted her cheeks to taste her ass.“Oh, fuck, Mum, you really know how to lick my bum!” Brenda started panting as she felt that tongue in her butt-crack.“Well, you both have rather delicious bottoms, to put it mildly. I’m going to love separating you from. Every fifth time I changed the color of the energy on my hands I would have the tiniest bit of the right energy she needed. She was at least able to tug on the other colors of energy I was offering her. When she felt the small bit that she needed she pulled that hard.“So, what have you learned,” I asked her.She thought about it for a few seconds before saying, “I still don’t see any energy like you said I would. What I do find is that what is in your hands is sort of right, but not quite. At.