I got the movie loaded and had pulled out my nail bag before she got back down.“What color tonight?” I asked as she bounced into the room.“Pink ...or me!”“I’m leaning towards green sparkles myself.”Bethany was now dressed in a long shirt like mine over her bare tan legs. She always got browner than me because her mother was half Spanish. I pulled the pink polish from the bag and the green sparkle polish I wanted. We sat on the floor between the coffee table and the couch to put the toe spacers on. His hands were working deep in my back. He worked on my legs and pushed slowly up to my ass and inside my legs. His hands covered in warm oil would slide along my hole, with fingers sliding inside. I was relaxed and did nothing to stop him. He moved up the table towards my head to work down my back to my ass. His semi hard dick was rubbing against my face and lips. I very cautiously stuck my tongue out and was met with his mushroom tip. He looked down at me and smiled. Then, with one of his. On the screen, she slowly slid her hand down to her pussy. Even on the TV screen you could see she was wet. She started finger herself, and within seconds she came.I could tell my wife was disappointed. I’ve seen that look before. I think Kelly sensed it as well.Kelly was the first to speak. She said, “Good. Bad. What did you think?” My wife thought for a second and said, “Too fast. Way to fast.” Kelly said, “I know. I was just so excited, I couldn’t stop myself.”My wife said, “You said I have. "You going to be okay with that Chris?"The other guys had no illusions about why they were here. At some point they were going to bang the shit out of some East European tart. Chris was the choir boy of the party. He had a long time girlfriend back home and while he was happy to spend an evening ogling naked female flesh, he'd been vacillating about how far he'd go.Fowler reckoned that wasn't going to be very far at all, but each to their own as far as he was concerned."Sure, it'll be fine,".