My fright turned back into lust. I must have stared longer than I thought, as she purred, ‘Do you like what you see?’ I nodded. “Feel free to c...rry on, or you can go if you like?” she continued. “No!” I said very quickly. “It’s your house. Come and sit down. It’s Katie isn’t it?” ‘Lay back down where you were!’ I got the feeling she wanted to be in control so I lay back down, slouching on the sofa. She walked around to stand in front of me and untied her gown. I was right: she had an amazing. Blushing I kept noticing Joel looking over at me. He was checking me out and every time I would catch him he would look away quickly. “Are you checking me out?” “No!” Joel lied with a flirty smile. The arm that was on the back of my chair was now around my shoulders. I sat up straighter, sticking my breasts out so Joel could get a better look at my cleavage. At the same time I pulled my dress up allowing more of my perfect legs to be seen. “Stop that Jess, you are distracting me! We are in. You two should be allowed to swap some spit, too."Hating every second of it, the husbands altered the angles of their facesslightly so their noses were no longer in the way, and then pressed theirlips together. To the accompaniment of the wives chortles and the men'sguffaws, they had to kiss and, when told to, begin to caress each other.To make it worse, their tiny erections were still standing up andrefusing to subside.Mike said, "Yo, pansies. Look how I'm doing it." He locked lips. Her entire body, wrapped in a small white blouse with a plunging neckline, teasing with the promise of her huge tits, and flimsy (for her body) shorts, almost begged to be unwrapped. Her exuberantly sexual eighteen-year-old charisma could not be contained by so little clothing.Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, though they were somewhat dim. This was due to two facts, Jenny was not all that bright, in fact she was something of a poster child for the stereotypical blonde bimbo. She passed her.