I'm still a little bit wet, and my heart's skipping a beat when I imagine my dad on top, shoving his ... wait! On top of ... whom?The desire to feel a...heavy virile body on top of me runs through me like wildfire. I'm not even trying to block the possibility of the said body to be my father's."Dad?" I start hesitantly, unsure how to phrase my curiosity. "What do boys feel when they want to have sex?" I whisper.I know what I feel. Hope he's not going to ask me that. I just wanna know if I was. Later. I promise,” he said. “I’m not exactly alone.” “You had better or I might get jealous and snatch you right out of there.” “I miss you too,” he said. “So you’re not alone?” “Connie, Jane’s roommate’s in the shower,” Jim said, not hearing the shower being shut off. “So have you fucked her?” “No,” he said, letting the regret show through, “but I would love to. And I’d love to share her with you. She’s really beautiful and sharp as a tack. I think she’d be lots of fun. But I think she really. " The Djinn nodded his head and the apartment suddenly looked like a crossbetween something out of GQ and S And M Monthly. There was a rotating bedwith a mirrored ceiling and all types of sex toys scattered about. Thewalls were covered in sort of a leopard print. There was a well stocked barin the living room area and a big screen TV. His posters of Jenny McCarthystill lined the room, but now they were framed and signed with a suggestivesaying above her signature. "Wow" shouted. It turned out that the lingerie party was just the excuse for a group of ladies to enjoy a little lesbian love, with the shedding of sexy underwear the prelude to an hour or so of orgasmic delight as couples and triples formed and fucked before moving on to new partners. You didn't know this when you were changing into the garment your hostess had chosen for you — and for everyone’s titillation — a baby doll pyjama set in almost transparent material. While you were looking at yourself in the.