. it was after Labor Day, but not yet Halloween ... hmm-mmm-mmm ... mid-October, Charles ... Yes, October 15th, 2003. Now, why did you ask me that, Ch...rles?”Claire had followed me over to Annie and heard my question to her, along with her answer. She blurted, “OH — my god, Charles! That’s just so terribly romantic!” She quickly was sobbing, her hand over her mouth in astonishment.Everyone clamored in at Claire’s outburst. A mixed chorus of ‘What’s going on?’ filled the room.“Mom, can I share. A. gay spa on a day I knew it would be crowded. After getting a room I assumed my usual position of ass up, face down with the door wide open. It wasn't long before a 40's Latino top wandered in. He had a beautiful, uncut, plump 7" cock, so I immediately began sucking on his dick & it wasn't long before it was rock hard. He must have been really horny, because he forced me down onto the bed, got on top of me, & started forcefully jamming his cock down my throat & had me gasping for air. Now, I. "For once we'll do it alone. Sit down with a cup of coffee, a glass of Scottish malt and your cigar or pipe. Enjoy, that for once you're at a party where you can smoke. And we'll fix the dishes."Really it didn't take them a long time to clear the table and rush the dishes into the dishwasher. But they took the extra time to finally prepare for the shock they were going to give their husbands. They had agreed, that they should introduce their wishes, the same way Donald Duck's little nephews. It was, in short, an uncommonly beautiful moment. But all of them were much too drunk to appreciate it, or even really to notice it. No one could even properly taste the champagne anymore, and Annabelle thought this was a waste of a perfectly good and exceedingly rare vintage. But the cork was already out of the damn thing, so what was to be done?The party was small, only three people in addition to the lord and lady: Miranda Bonnycastle, Annabelle’s closest and only real friend, and the twins,.