“Now let’s really have some fun!” Wayne said and I didn’t know what he meant but I was having so much fun I didn’t care.“David, would you ...ike to put your cock where your finger just was?” “My God” I thought, “he wants my brother to fuck me in the arse?” I couldn’t believe that my boyfriend, who had never even suggested doing that, was prepared to suggest someone else, let alone my own brother, do it. This wasn’t just playing around any more and I really should say no. My increasingly wet. I’m not sure who came first but it seemed like one started to scream in ecstasy and then another would start. After just a little while we had all come. We then all switched positions and paired up with other non-spouses and continued our fucking festivities. We continued fucking all night long in every imaginable position, with every partner. We three girls had all three cocks in every hole at sometime during the next several hours. The one that got me the hardest orgasm was when Jason was. "Dinner is served."Though the housekeeper often prepared their meals, Mrs. Brown's cookingwas nothing short of amazing. The lasagna was as good as the finestItalian restaurant. Delicious. At least his tastes hadn't changed. Onceor twice, his hair sopped up some of the delicious tomato sauce on hisplate. He wiped it off with a napkin, then tossed his flaxen hair behindhis back."I cannot believe how different Brad has become," Dr. Brown observed."I know," Sheila said to the doctor. "He really. "What's wrong?" she asked."Nothing. Let's go," I replied.The drive was forty minutes. Susan and I talked about Christmas, when I was going home with her. We both knew I'd pop the question then. We talked about the upcoming games and Homecoming, about this and that. What we didn't talk about was Erin Sullivan. When I asked questions, she gave short answers and no information worth knowing.How the hell does Susan know Erin was the question driving me crazy.Susan knew exactly where we were going..