" No I'm OK," he lied again.Without another word Tracey reached over and flipped the single sheet up and over exposing Allan in his loose fitting hosp...tal gown and the bulge that was making a tent of the gown right below his belly."No you're not," she giggled. "All this sexy talk has made you as hard as a rock but that's OK I'm wet as a swamp. Let me fix it for you then I'll go into the toilet and fix myself and you can stand at the door and watch."Allan didn't get a chance to say anything as. We went to a one-on-one room and started to turn each other on by talking about what we were doing.I described myself as a curvy, red-headed "girl" in her late 20s, sitting in my office long after my boss and all my co-workers had left, having just hitched up my skirt and starting to play with myself. Which was a lie, because I was wearing pants, but a skirt sounded sexier to me and I really had opened them already and was feeling myself inside my panties. She said she was just at home and her. My heart was beating rapidly as I examined the other photos in his profile: a handsome, smoothly shaven cock, lovely balls, and weathered, masculine hands. There even was a picture spreading apart his butt-cheeks. I was instantly attracted to this man!Then, I started reading his personal information, and dejectedly noticed that this beautiful man was heterosexual, looking for a female, also of the heterosexual persuasion. My heart sank. With one longing stare at his erected profile photo, I was. Down in the walk out basement is our game room, and the bath and changing area for the pool, along with our "Special Play Room". We are having one of our special get-together’s, there are about a dozen people here. You are dressed in a shear peasant top, mini-skirt, and heels, no pantyhose or panties. The Party is in full "swing", the booze is flowing, and everyone is nice and loose. I have introduced you around, guiding you through the people with my hand on your ass, you clinging to my.