I really never did anything in front of that many people.The Mrs. wanted to know if I thought that I could actually walk around among the guests and f...ll glasses, since we were going to be outside, it didn't matter if I dribbled a little. That's why I have a special little rug to stand on inside, so no dribbles get on the carpet. I told her that I didn't know if I could keep enough water and juice in me if I was walking around. She said that there was going to be another girl, one they had. He was wearing a white clean vest that hung to his chest tight showing his pecks.I went to the washing machine, put the shirt in the dryer and came back. I sat beside him so that my thigh touched his and started looking into his laptop. He turned the laptop angle so that I can see it and played the video. I pretended that it was still dark and leaned over his right shoulder to see it clearly. While doing that I touched my right hand to his right bicep and started caressing it. Wow, it was hard. It was about half-past eight. The bright summer sun had only just set and the wide stretch of sky I could see through our picture window had been painted with a stroke of deep crimson. Andrea turned on one and then another of the lights in the room, transforming the glass panes into an array of translucent mirrors. Her short silk dress tickled up the back of her thigh as she reached for the second switch, testing my imagina- tion with a flurry of hungry naked dreams. Living with Andrea is a. Natalie agreed with that assessment.As Stan sucked, he began to rub her stomach, then moved his hand down between her legs, massaging her pussy, trying to gain access to that little hooded area with her sensitive clit button. He knew that she would respond to his every wish if he could just reach that one spot.Natalie sighed contentedly, and slowly opened her legs. She continued her little dream about Livia -- she was massaging Natalie's thigh, then her small warm fingers found her wet pussy.