We figured it would be a much bigger turnout," she said as she smiled to me."I'm with the 1959 group," I said politely."That would be the table on the...other side of the doorway." She glanced at the woman at the other table and said, "Emmy, another one for you and he's a looker." She winked at me as she spoke.I was a bit embarrassed as I went to Emmy's table."Hi, I'm Emmy Harman. Gregg is my married name. I'm sorry but I can't remember your name." It's okay. I only attended my senior year. I'm. He didn’t even bother to answer her as he began a rather hurried disrobing of his tuxedo.They lay panting and sweating after two rounds of intense screwing.“Good for you?” he said. “Worthy of our wedding night?”She looked over at him. She knew what he meant and it was way more than the words themselves denotatively conveyed. Oh yeah, way more.“Yes,” she said. “It was way better than my first one. Way better. David was, and is, good at some things but sex is not among ‘em.” He laughed.“Jenna. I teased her clit with gentle licks with the tip of my tongue. And then I'd rub it in circles, semicircles, up and down, left and right, really anything to make this woman happy. She grasped the back of my head. Running her fingers through my curly, dark, and luscious hair. It was motivation, to say the least. I just kept going at her. And I slowly pulled away. "I'm glad you did that." she smiled promiscuously and tugged my boxers down. She laid by my side and started to stroke and kiss me. I. .. But the most telling sign was the fact their hips could not stop twitching, thrusting and gyrating.I stood in front of the two. "Did you have a good time while I was gone?"Vonda hesitated, not sure what I wanted to hear. But Pyx answered immediately."It has been horrible, Master. All we could do was think about sex, and wait for you to come home." You know, if Vonda hadn't disobeyed, this wouldn't have happened."Pyx was about to say something, but I stopped her. "Don't you dare say it was.