It was a bit cramped so I sort of squeezed in and then realised I had to fish my knob out without letting them see my tights so I undid my jeans and s...owly pulled the front of them down to release it and discreetly looked either side to check for looks. So far so good until I noticed the guy to my right suck in his breath and pull his cock back and forward slowly to get rid of the last drops of piss. The guy to my left finished up and turned to leave but the guy on my right was still pulling. "Never fucking mind, fucking mind." "What?" :isa asked from the kitchen. "Just mumbling to myself babe" I replied, just as she bounced through the door into the dining room with a fresh bottle of red and two clean glasses. Grinning. "How can you possibly be so fucking happy with this fucking mess to pick up?". "I'm fucking happy because I'm going to fuck you!" Her grin turned into a devilish smile. My mind was protesting as she pushed aside a dirty plate, set the bottle and glasses down on the. It was evidently some kind of lotion and it was also not surprising to Lynette when he dipped his fingers into it. She was not prepared, however, for the way in which he then placed these fingers against Miss Martin's bottom hole and started carefully massaging it. Lynette was even more surprised when he pushed one of his fingers into that hole, and more surprised still when he managed to insert two fingers, moving them gently in and out and round and round as the tight ring of Miss Martin’s. ’ ‘It’s just having fun, Emms,’ I put my arm around her shoulders, ‘We don’t exclude you, you know… you just don’t relax and join in…’ ‘I know,’ she smiled and rested her hand on my chest. ‘Oh Christ, Jay! You are soaked, get upstairs and get changed before you get a chill ….. if you get sick and die on me… I’ll… I’ll bloody kill you!’ She sounded so serious that I simply scuttled away to my room before I burst out laughing at her grammatical phoo-pah, I had already wound her up enough for one.