He looked away then looked into my eyes and gulped. I looked where he had been looking and realised the gusset of my jogging pants had made their way ...nto my crack. Steve stood up and I was sure he had a semi on. He was doing nothing to hide it, but there was definitely something going off in his shorts. There I was laid out on his sofa with my legs open and my short white top barely covering my boobs. His eyes wandered from my toes up to my nose and back again. For a few seconds there was just. I knew where this was going so I decided to let them play and I went indoors for a glass of water. The wine had been flowing all afternoon and I was feeling a little ‘loose’.The water was cold and felt just right. Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it. It was Peter.“Sorry I’m late. Work. Had some asshole fuck up my day. You look good. Bought a bottle. Need a piss. Where’s the party?”He handed me a warm bottle of prosecco and just walked in. “Er, hi Peter” I said. He walked right past. . pulls a book off the shelf. I see it's entitled, "How to plot your story." Laughing to myself I thought, Plotting—how appropriate."Excuse me, could I ask, are you a Writer?" No... ," she replied, without looking up, "I just enjoy reading about how it's done." Oh," I said, feeling stupid. She must see right through me, I thought.Then she looked up at me. She was slightly shorter than me—but not by much.Our eyes met. Her blue eyes and my brown ones replaced the books at which we had been. Audrey helped Jill wiggle out of her shorts and panties, then mom buried her face in Jill's sweet shaved pussy and was doing a good job, according to Jill's moans of pleasure. Then mom looked back at me showing me a little pink object winking said "remember this?" oh shit...she must have seen me outside the window so many years ago she went to work with her little toy, it hummed,Jill let out sexy little squeaks and then Jill arched her back tried to push Audrey's face deeper into her love hole.