James slid two fingers in now and started finger fucking her harder and faster as he sucked her juicy, wet clit. This time her orgasm was longer, more...intense. She cried out as it washed over her body in waves, her hips bucking furiously. As the waves of pleasure subsided Amy sat upright slowly, waiting for the world to stop spinning. She smiled down at James, watching him lick at the juices running down his chin. “That was amazing, sweetheart.” He smiled up at her, winking cheekily as he. The girls, if they were not out mixing with the guests, used to sit around in the kitchen and play cards. I had noticed when we arrived that Marcia and Liz were out there. I got on well with both of them, especially Marcia, who had been trying to get me to take her out. She was 23, very attractive with a little dark blood; the talk was that her mother was West Indian. Liz was one of the married women and lived out in the country on a ten acre block where she had some horses. She was also. Finally, ‘What are you doing here?’ Jesus! Maybe she thinks I’m stalking. ‘I was invited to a party.’ Neither of us said anything else. She has a right. ‘Well,’ I fidgeted, ‘I guess I should be on my way.’ Hurry on, Ed. Later I saw her at the place. Part of a string quartet playing Vaughn Williams. I recognized everyone in it. He was in it. The first violin. I bet he has fingers that can work magic on her—but then even mine could. I stayed away from the quartet as much as I could but, while I. Then there was Natalie, licking away at Aunt Liz. Finally, behind her was Mark, on his knees as well, pistoning his cock in and out of my sister. As he did, he pulled firmly on her mostly-brown-but-streaked-with-blonde hair. All of the women wore outfits straight out of a Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue. The five of them all stopped for a moment as I came in, looked at me quickly, then collectively decided the interruption wasn't worthy of their attention. Just then I noticed Jack walk out.