She had invited me to have sex with her. And more, she had invited Irene and Jessie to stay and watch. I guess I understood. They all had been wanting...to explore this new adult world and had been doing it together. It did sort of make sense.Amber looked like I felt, nervous. I smiled and she smiled in return. "Are you sure, Amber?" She nodded maybe not trusting her voice. I looked at Jessie and Irene. "This can't be like those two girls. You guys absolutely have to promise never to tell. "And that's over for a year." She wouldn't have to talk to her mother until Mother's Day, and only by phone then.Even so, she was tense when she came to bed. I had to pet her and talk to her until the last worries flowed away.By then, she was purring and arching into my strokes. I shut up and put my mouth to better use. Her breasts were rather sensitive, so I didn't suck hard there. But I licked them and nipped very gently with my lips. She writhed when I blew across the nipples. On the way, I. About a year ago, we worked together and I helped her adjust to America. Like most older inhibited Russian women she came to America and decided to adjust her lifestyle and try new experiences. By adjust I mean having me introducing her to all kinds of kinky sex (anal, oral, leather, and costumes). She may have been 45 but being a former ballet dancer she looked 30, Sonya was a classic Russian Nordic beauty. Several weeks ago a friend of mine met us and invited us to this group sex party. I. For everyone else, the wait was just silence and anxiety. Holly waited, wondering how sensible this was. Yesterday, in that crowd, she had been sure. Yesterday, packed together in the hot sun, smelling wine and sweat and incense, this had seemed to mean something. Yesterday, everyone in the crowd had been fervent, each person in their own way, and Holly had been fervent along with them. There were different fervors for everyone, for the devout and the drunk, the lonely and horny, the.