My wife looked at the young lady and asked if she had any question. She shook her head no. But my wife said she was squirming a little in the chair ...nd had that far off look on her face. That look that said she was really hot and horny and did not really know why she was so turned on.When my wife recognized the look she decided to push the envelope a little. She looked up at the guy and he still had his head back and was staring at the ceiling. He was clearly trying to regain his senses. . My living room floor was a sea of squirming bodies. The scent of man filled the air. SUCKING, SLURPING, KISSING, FUCKING, MOANING, HEAVY BREATHING, HEARTS RACING WE HAD IT ALL. I thought to my self "was this a dream?" All my nasty gay fantasies were coming true this night. And I was Hosting it all !!! I knew that we were all going to cum soon so I made the announcement that I wanted no cum stains on my floor. Sonny, my landlord who was there laid out a tarp to catch all the cum. I have this. We met Smokey at the Mapped Matrix in the University district. We had needed a place where Deckers hang out so that was as good as any and better than most. I didn't want one of the Decker Bars.She was already there when I arrived. I walked up behind her and whispered in her ear. "Hey lady, looking for a good time?"She spun around ready to flatten me, then started to laugh. "Don't do that to me, chummer. I'm not used to carrying this much money with me. Especially in demand sticks. Man, anyone. The demons had batted elegant eyelids and Trent and Ade had handed over their guns like kids giving up candy. Then the lead succubus--a gorgeous pin-up with black horns and flowing red hair--had fucked Ade to death.Trent knew no one would take his story seriously if he'd told it. Laugh and accuse him of making it up, probably. Snigger, almost certainly. Maybe even believe him if he was lucky. But take his story seriously, nope, never. No one could do that.Unless they'd witnessed it.