That was also the way it was described in Grandma’s will. Dad had the choice of the house he grew up in or the one in Chicago that I grew up in. He ...ave me a choice and like the young kid I was I picked the one near Pensacola. Three years out of college and I was dreaming of kicking back on the gulf with lots of babes in bikinis, if I let them wear them, while I kicked back with my drink in my hand working on my laptop on the beach… IDIOT! The description should have been old colonial house. Shortly after the door had closed behind them the sounds of muted moaning had come from the bedroom. These sounds were echoed merrily by most of the club members and their old ladies. "Oh Baby, oh Baby!" Mike cried out in a loud fake orgasm as the sounds from the bedroom reached a crescendo and then subsided. Rick simply held Michelle for a time, then he kissed her lovingly again and stroked her body. "Damn, Lady." He told her. "That was great, it was one wild ride!" Uh huh!" Michelle moaned in. So Anne and myself were quite engrossed in each other my mouth sucking on her nipples my fingers working on her clitoris and delving deep into her vagina, my success on bringing her to orgasm made obvious by the loud moans she was making in the meantime she was working on my cock to the point I was as hard as a rock and thinking about swapping my cock for my fingers. At that point I lifted my mouth from Anne's nipple and saw that we weren't alone standing a couple of feet from the car were two. "It's my birthday on 29th February - I was going to invite these other losers to dinner at my place, but what do you say - just you and me. As it's leap year day, it's only the ninth time my birthday has fallen on the right date, so you'd better make it special." How could I refuse? I couldn't believe it - this was it - I was going to fuck her on her ninth birthday! What was I doing? This was insane! Sex with someone on the executive board was so dangerous - if things went wrong it would be.