We all shuffled back into the car to continue the few miles to Paul's house. Sam was in the front passenger seat, having satisfied her lust for the ev...ning and Paul sat alone in the back, perched forward, with his head between the front headrests. "Now that was a night to remember!" Paul couldn't be accused of understatement. The conversation was jovial as Sam relayed her liaison with Ross and we were soon outside Paul's home. He leaned forward and plonked a kiss on Sam's cheek. "You are one in. . now I am center-stage. I play with the g string, shifting it a little this way and that and pulling it in tight and letting it loose and pushing it down and pull it back up and after a little while I let it slide down my legs to the floor. Now more lights block out what they're staring at except for the focal point, my focal point. I am hidden in glare except for the g-string. All they can see is the g. I flick it. I diddle it. I move it . . . . and suddenly I remove it. I take off the g.. Wendy cried out in anticipation of her pleasure and I offered Martin her pussy honey.He worked on her clit, licking and sucking noisily. Wendy writhed and pulled his head more fiercely onto her before she arched her back and exploded onto him shouting, ‘Fuck yesssss. Oh God yes.’ After she subsided I shoved Martin down beside her on the sofa.‘Here, put this on’ I said handing her a bright red strap -on. ‘Oh wow’ she said, I like the look of that’I gave her some lube for it then pulled up. My bathing suit was wet, so I only threw on my shorts and tank top when I changed. My nipples hardened against my shirt as a breeze rustled the leaves of the trees.How I ended up here is another story. That Layla and her group of wenches just knew how to get under my skin. I'd only lived in this area for about a year. During that time I'd heard all the legends about this place. I'd worked with those girls since May at Triple-brook campground about ten miles from here. I'd never believed in.