Again, I’d helped with the dishes. I mostly talked to Gina, Jason’s former girlfriend, with whom I’d bonded the most since arriving yesterday. ...he was one of the organizers of this annual sex party, or whatever you called a long weekend of sex with sixteen smart and attractive people you’d never met before. My husband of six months, Jason, was sitting with Leslie and a guy who I thought was her boyfriend. I also kept an eye on Charlie, who the day before had given me the best sex of my life. Some girl claimed to have seen a ghostly figure in the room and been scared enough to want to leave.Juliette thought about that for a moment. She didn’t believe in ghosts, she was a scientist. But as a scientist, if she was presented with evidence, that was repeatable and verifiable, then she was prepared to believe.She mulled this over as she walked back to her room. How could she test it, could she maybe communicate with the ghost? Talk to her?Her best friend at school had been a. "OK, honey," she said, with a sort of funny blushing smile on her face, "here's the proposition. If you will promise not to have sex with anyone else--until later on that is--I will take care of all your sexual needs myself, right here at home."WHAT? Could I actually have heard right? Of all the possible directions the conversation could have gone, this was the most unbelievable! "Wh--what do you mean, Mom?" I asked in a trembling voice."I mean that I will go to bed with you myself. I will have. I was going to suck and fuck the shit out of him. I had laser focus on Jimmy’s dick. There was no teasing. I was sucking his cock sloppily, trying to swallow it all. His groans were loud. They should have been, I was giving one hell of a blowjob. All I could see was his dick and stomach as I knelt before him. Nothing else mattered. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. With Jimmy’s dick still in my mouth I looked to my left to find Kevin - his pants off and his uncircumcised cock standing.