“Hi, I’m Mar, this is Shelly, and you are?”She looked annoyed again, “I am Barbara, the woman whose husband one of you made a pass at.”Mar l...oked hard at her. “That’s not how it went, and I am pretty sure your husband didn’t use those words. He’s not the type.”“So what the hell did happen?”Shelly broke in, “What did he tell you?”“He didn’t tell me anything, he was telling me about the shop and when I asked who owned it, he started getting evasive. It told me something happened, I want to know. In the mean time, the living room stereo system played the local electronica radio station, while the small group enjoyed various activities. One, however, was not having a good time at all. Skye sat in the upstairs bedroom, her back to the door, her face buried in her hands, getting soaked by the tears that feel from her cheeks. She could hear the argument that temporarily interrupted the good times downstairs, but did not pay it much attention. Finally, she heard the front door slam, and all. When he had a moment with Barbara, he whispered, "Give them another half dose, I think Sally can be enjoyed tonight, and tell Susan to take Tony somewhere as soon as he has his next drink in him.The word spread from one couple to another that there would be new enjoyment tonight. Bill, who had the hots for Laurel Peters, and influence by the ecstasy, got so aroused at thinking of someone fucking Sally, that he took Laurel behind the wet bar, raised her dress, slid her panties off and begin to. It fleetingly passed his notice that his daughter had taken his full, expanded length."Wow! Better than Skittles," Megan said almost too loudly when she completed her task. "You taste good -- Doug, honey." I'm glad you think so," he said in a whisper. "There's more of it where that came from." She replied by taking his fully length easily down her throat."I've got to attend more of your plays," Doug gasped.After eating a big handful of popcorn covered in Doug's spunk, Megan's next performance.