We started discussing workouts as she knew I used to work out a little. She was saying about how she has belly fat. It was hard to reduce.I said, “N...a you don’t have to, you look perfect.” I placed my hand on her tummy said, “See this is fine. You look hot in this dress also.” She jerked a bit as I touched her belly. But didn’t stop me though. Maybe the drinks were working. Or she was feeling aroused all those people checking her out.Anyway, I didn’t take my hand off either. We continued. "Dear Lord," she said.Then, turning back to Jerry, she asked, "Do we know her?" No." What's her name?" Not telling." What do you mean? I want to know who was up here!" Sorry, Mom. But don't worry. Nothing happened." Don't talk to me like that!"Jerry's father intervened. "Look, son, I can respect you for notwanting to get the girl in trouble. But what you have done here is wayout of line. You're going to be grounded for the rest of the schoolyear. And I want you to know that we are both very. Still, you couldnt fault the mans logic. I looked around&hellip,and felt more chest pains! Several girls were down to their last stages of clothing&hellip,..most notably their panties. Funny how men like to leave that till last isnt it? The two blonde girls that had been kissing were now separated and seated on two guys knees besides one another. One girl had a hand in her panties, the other was being held by the arms while another man was attempting to pull her knickers off. Her mother was. "You're really hard, boy toy. Just play the role. I been waiting for you to break it to me that you're a faggot." I looked surprised, but my eyes closed in pleasured as he stroked my cock. Then I protested, "I'm not a faggot." He smiled and slipped his big hand beneath my balls and his forefinger found my ass crack. My legs kind of automatically opened and he fingered my ass. "OK, I'm faggot, sort of," I mumbled. We both laughed."Why don't you slip down on your knees and show me what you can do.