I jumped up and down and waved; she saw me and ran over. We hugged while Chaz signed a slip of paper for the attendant.We got Rachel's luggage and sat...together in back, talking."Can you all come over for a barbie tomorrow?" Can we Mum?" I suppose so. Did you ask your parents, Pat?" Unh ... no. But I'm sure it's okay. Rob'll be there, too." I'll phone your mum when we wake up. It's past 2300 now, and it will be tomorrow before we get to bed." I've got presents," said Rachel."That can wait till. “What is going on?” I asked. “We are at my uncle’s place, they are overseas for a month and we have this place to ourselves. It is security monitored and I don’t want any nosy security guys sticking his nose in where it is not wanted.” At that moment his mobile rang and he answered and gave a code word and ended the call. “That’s done; all we need to do now is let your parents know you won’t be home for the night. Ring them and tell them you are at a party and will be drinking. Then say you. ..” she said between moaning. I pretended again I didn`t hear it and, soon after, she practically begged me. And I was thinking very satisfied, while I was licking and biting her shoulder and squeezing her tits: “So, I finally subdued you…” I said: “So, eventualy I`m good enough for you bitch, ha? You love my cock fucking you, don`t you?...” while she was still moaning and saying: “Fuck my asshole, I beg you, please!...” Maybe I would have done this too in the end, but it was too late. My balls. And of course Mike and I were shooting away with the 35mm cameras. Frequently we would all take a quick little break (two or three minutes max) to indulge ourselves with drinks and the various "party favors" we brought. About every fifteen minutes the women would run us out of the bedroom as they changed outfits, then call us back in to start taking pictures again. If you have ever looked at a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog you know the type of "FUCK ME!" outfits they were modeling for us..