Benjamin Wilson had a pool party and his mother and my mother were friends. I tried not to go but my mother got the invite from her friends, and I was...told I had to go. She told me in the kitchen on a Thursday, two days before I would have to go. She was dressed in her little whore skirt. The one she liked to wear for the boss that she wasnt fucking. Your going, no matter what you say. I dont care about your little insecurities. We didnt get along. But its a pool party. A pool party. Do you. But giving is close. When you give, make sure the recipient knows you're giving to make you feel good, not them. That won't eliminate the possibility of insulting them, but it'll take the edge off the insult if it does."She nodded. "By gosh, I think I've got it. Let's go have sex." We'd be fools not to," I said.And Loni did get it. Shopping for three hours on Rodeo Drive, lunch and then a half-day at the Beverly Wilshire spa was a huge success with the ladies, especially the spa. Winston. He stroked her shoulder with his knife."Perhaps. But worse things happen in war. I remember when I, a peace loving man, was cruelly imprisoned in the Hindu Kush . . "Liz lowered a breast to stop him talking.Each of the girls felt the same delight and pleasure the other had had in their role. Hans' came with a yell, and grunts and laugh and "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck".He leapt to his feet and looked almost sadly at the girls. He touched Wendy's lip and Liz's lip. "Poor raped mouths."He touched both their. Decoupling from her and lying alongside with her in his arms he said, “That was great.”“You can say that again,” she said.He did say it again and she laughed along with giving him a little poke.There was just a little talk while they were cuddling together. Her hand was lightly going up and down his torso. His hand was going up and down her back and every so often he would lightly give a little squeeze to one of her buttocks. They each were having thoughts of what had just happened between.