Paul realized it was time for him to get out of the car. Laughing at his own timidity, he opened the car door and strode up to her door. He knocked th...ee times and stepped back.The door opened and Shari stood there, framed in the doorway. Paul was stunned. Pictures did not do her justice. Her dark hair was tousled and curly and she wore a tank top which displayed her ample breasts and shorts.Paul did not say a word, but instead, extended the flowers. Shari just stood staring at him for a few. My dad and sister are incestuous, my little brother is a cocksucker, and you’re telling me who I should fuck?”“But---”“I’m going to do it my way and you’re going to watch!”“Wh...What? Noooooo!” her father wailed. He pleaded with her but she would not be moved.Instead, she said, “I watched you hump my brother and my sister so now you’re going to watch a big, bad, perverted, ‘uncircumcised heathen’, as you call them, pump jizz into me, and, you’ll do it because if this doesn’t happen, then you. One man said “Hey why not join us” , Jane said “maybe later” and we walked to a room and knocked, someone yelled to come in and more couples were sitting around and in stages of undress, some kissing, some touching. We went in and sat down on one of the beds and got a drink. The talk turned to sexual and one man asked my wife if her breasts were as tasty as they looked. I spoke up and said “you betcha ass”. Everyone laughed and he said “why not show us?”…Everyone urged her on and with the. I never tired of kissing and sucking andsmooching her slit and her clit, enjoying the intimacy and the subtlearomas, the taste of her when she was wet, making her wriggle andhearing her moan, bringing her up and up to near shrieking. Neitherdid she. Her orgasmic spasms got so intense that sometimes thefucking that followed almost seemed an afterthought, an accommodationto my need to get off. Almost. But when afterward I'd eat her again,and myself inside her, she was content.Not that Pam wasn't.