“The chef says he’s ready to serve.”“Chef?” I asked. “Who now?” The question was answered as my advisor Lars Andersen walked in from the...kitchen with a huge turkey on a platter. “Lars!” I exclaimed and rushed to hug him as soon as he’d set the turkey down.“Merry Christmas, Riley,” he said.Over dinner, Angel and I were called upon to relate our story. It was helped along by Jordan, Cinnamon, Teri, and Geoff all adding bits about their parts. The puzzle pieces all seemed to fit together somehow. It was the sexiest response he could possibly imagine, and even sexier as she writhed against his erection. He couldn’t stand that for long, however.“Marilyn,” he warned her. She didn’t understand the warning. Even when he abandoned her breasts, she kept writhing. He couldn’t see what she was responding to, but he was certainly responding to her.“Marilyn,” he said again as he exploded. He gripped her shoulders as he pulsed against her. He flooded his jeans. When he was spent and let go, she. Then she felt him pop out her butt plug and he replaced it with his wet cock. Lisa was thankful that he was okay with only pushing it in a couple of inches. He only lasted a minute in her ass before he squirted his load.Lisa had the butt plug on standby and popped the cork back in as soon as he pulled out. Kelly’s guy had popped too fast and he was done before the other guy had moved to Lisa’s butt. Their “dates” zipped up and quickly left. The stranger from the couple whispered to Kelly and. I looked at her and saw her eyes sparkling, and her perky nipples already standing out from her ample bosom. My wife Francine sat on a chair on one end of the semicircle, her naturally hair glistening on her head and her crotch in the lamplight. Marcia sat on the other end, her beautiful young body fully exposed to my view. Margaret sat in the chair between them smiling broadly and waiting intently for the show with Brenda and me to get started on the bed. My cock was already completely erect.