"I dunno. I think I'll be fine, but thanks, mom. I love you." Nonsense!" She yanked back the covers, revealing the large tent in my boxers. "See, look...at that. Just give me a couple minutes, and we can have that taken care of."She began to tug at my boxers, and I resigned myself to her care. Lifting my hips, my boxers were soon around my ankles, and my erection in mom's ever so talented hands. She smiled at me, as one of her hands cupped my balls, and the other one slid up and down my. Tom and Sandy were in attendance after the first hour, always together or near each other, even though they participated in conversations separately, when they were addressed by one of the older members of the group.Shortly after ten, presumably by mutual agreement, Tom and Sandy excused themselves and announced their intention to call it a night. They left the Cartwright cottage, where the rambling party had come to an almost-standstill, and swam across the lake. After seeing Cassandra safely. The crack of her ass was half visible as she bent slightly over in front of the three gentlemen. A few seconds later she guided her pants and panties down each of her legs until they had hit the floor. The three men admired her perfectly naked rounded ass as they each gave their approval. I thought the interview was over with then, as they had seen enough of her to know what they were getting. The younger gentleman who was around forty got up from his chair. He walked over to my naked wife and. .. nice shift."He/She/It/Whatever hemmed and hawed, blustered a minute and said, "I'm really not supposed to show you this, but..." A three-dimensional, full color, hologram appeared suspended between the bluff and the river. There was even a rising sun to establish direction. "Go ahead, you can walk on it," explained the Whatever."Wow!" said Vickie, as she stepped on to the "map". "It's springy but solid. Kinda like the Cheeses cock. Hard but soft."You could hear the grin in the Whatevers.