Susan Sundeen was grinning. She had no idea why, but she always thought Whit to be a wonderful guy. She didn't seem all that interested in guys sexual...y, but Whit was handsome and good company. Besides, if he and Rachel became friendly again, maybe she'd be in a better mood. "Our lovemaking is always better when she's happy," she thought. Susan hated the situation she was in. Rachel was seeing a securities broker, though they were not exclusive. Susan loved her roommate, but Rachel just seemed. They arrived at eight o'clock and disrobed in one of the bedrooms, Taffy retaining only her chain-mail panties. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair, long and straight to the small of her back, was tied in a ponytail, and her orange-sized breasts soon had the flush that signals arousal. And she had a lot to arouse her ... twenty naked male relatives with hard cocks and lustful stares, eighteen naked women flaunting their own tits and pussies, and three young boys whose cocks, though encaged,. She could come from just doing that. She wasn’t sure he could – Jake always erupted into frenzied activity before he pumped her full of his cum.Jake lay beneath his dead dream-lover, enjoying the internal caresses she provided as she squeezed him with her vagina. As he ever so gradually increased the pressure of his hands on her tender breasts, he felt her tremble. Then she was much wetter inside than she had been; her girl-cum leaking past his balls and down into the crack of his ass. He began. He laid his hand on my thigh. We drank. Looking into each others eyes, without speaking. I was unsure how to act, what to do. But he wasn't.He leaned to me and kissed my lips. I kissed back. He offered his tongue. I took it. Soft, sweet, tasting of bourbon. My dick stiffened. We kissed harder. He stopped. He took my bourbon and his, set them down on the desk. He came back and sat beside me, kissing again, and now our hands caressed each other shoulders, neck, head, cheeks. He stopped.