More importantly, she was dressed. He was at a loss for words, so he just stood and looked at her with drops of clear pre-cum dripping from the head o... his cock.She stared. Jack could see that the moon was behind her, so he was much more illuminated than she was, and the shiny lube on his cock made it much easier to see."I can see you are the quiet type, or at least, have no idea what to say now that you have been busted being pervy." Jack chuckled at her use of that word. She was right. He had. He was looking straight into her eyes now, "Anyway," he stopped to laugh at himself. "I'm not sure if this is one of his stories, maybe not. But it should be. It's kinda got his stamp on it, ya know?" Yes I know what you mean. " She gave no indication of impatience with his long prologue. Instead, her hand slowly massaged the stem of her wineglass as she took him in with her smoky eyes. Her tongue flicked out trying to capture an imaginary speck of food on her lip. Warren saw this and was. He pushed back from the table and made room for her to sit on his lap. She sat down and Bill's hand went immediately to Cindi's breasts. He pulled her top down so her breasts were exposed and started sucking her nipples. They kissed some and she reached down and stroked his cock through his shorts. He soon slipped a hand down and started playing with her pussy.We were all so engrossed in watching them we almost forgot we were supposed to be playing cards.We started another hand of cards,. "Hmmm..." I considered. "Well, I expect you to go to your father with allkinds of wild stories about me, anyway, and he's already agreed not tobelieve a word of it. So I guess it wouldn't hurt."My affability surprised them, but they laughed delightedly and Beth wentfor a deck of cards. For me, it seemed a perfect chance to make pointswith the girls. And I must admit, the idea of seeing those lush bodiesfascinated me."Dealer's choice," Liz stated the rules. "Table stakes and anythingopens. Last.