We walked down the street, passing groups of college students, the air filled with a buzz of excitement and the giggles of drunk girls. A group of guy... passed us, “Hey” one of them yelled, “come over here and show me what you got!” My middle finger raised in response. “Maybe the thigh highs were a bit overkill,” I said coyly. “Umm you think!?” my roommates laughed in unison.We finally made it to the house party, a discreet yellow house nestled in the back of a culdesac. Two good looking guys. I knew these guys pretty well. We are the core of a group who get together on weekends to go on bike rides. We traveled to bike rallies together or traveled to places with scenic roads or better yet twisty mountain roads and we got together from time to time to watch a big race or a big game at someone's house.I was the oldest of the group at sixty-one. There were a couple of the guys in their late forties but most were in their fifties. I was retired but the others all worked, all but two at. If this was a breech in protocol, Sandy didn't seem to mind and the wand did seem to stray up alongside where I assume she imaged my little friend."I see you've had a vasectomy," she said. I confirmed that and joked about how I should have gotten a 50% discount. She smiled and said, "It's good to have a sense of humor about these things." I explained that I really hadn't suffered noticeably over the long term as a result of the missing nut. She said, "I see that the other one is much larger. “Are you all this wet for me?” He asked, the grin returning to his face. “Yes Sir.” The girl replied again. “Good, good.” He said releasing the brown haired beauty. He pointed towards a chair, and told the girl to bend over it. She took her place in front of the chair grasping both sides with her hands, face and chest lying on the seat. She pushed her ass high in the air with her legs spread. He grabbed the paddle and walked over to her, pushing her skirt up, viewing her delicate ass and juicy.