The stage was set.Back in the family room, everyone held brandy snifters half full of Hennessy except Nancy. She sipped from a cup of instant coffee. ...hit, coffee, their plan was doomed to failure, thought Stan, as he poured his own brandy."Everything set?" asked Jan."I wish," said Stan, "oh, yeah, but I'd better set up a couple of TV trays for our brandies to sit on." And another for Nancy's coffee." Sure thing."Nancy and Sandy sat at each end of the couch with Bob and Bill in the middle. Jan. Despite his fear he felt his cock begin to stir, and tingled when he saw a woman fondling his co-workers firm young titties. All of a sudden, out of nowhere there came some music, and one man clad in only a blue sparkly thong began to dance and gyrate to the music. All of the women were going Whooo-Hoo! and cat calling for the man doing "I'm too sexy for my shirt" He danced around the people shaking his ass and long legs, touching a person here and there and generally hamming it up. This man. He continued to lick working his fingers deeper into her cunt which was getting wetter by the second opening her up so he could push his tongue deeper into her.After a few minutes of this the guy took out his cock and she started to wank him off first to get him hard then started to suck him loudly. He was obviously enjoying it as he grabbed a handful of her hair and started to fuck her throat causing her to gag on his cock, something he seemed to enjoy as he did it to her two or three times. Then he got his cleaning equipment and sat down. He was running the cleaning rod through the barrel when his eye caught something in the doorway. When he looked up, he saw Tess leaning against the doorframe in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head."Hi Uncle Mac, whatcha doing, cleaning your 'gun'," she said with a smile, emphasizing the word "gun". She walked over to the bed."It's a weapon, not a gun," Mac said remembering a time in basic training when he had referred to his weapon as.