Which also lead into when we would swing together. How he enjoyed watching his wife sucking my dick and I enjoyed how he would just hammer the hell o...t of my wife. He would also interject, with I am not gay but it was great watching you and my wife. When going back through all the stuff we all did. Which each time we all hooked up he had brought over some coconut oil for anal with his or my wife but he would always nut before being able to use it. Which he also had with him now, that was one. She had been quite cagey on the details but had said I would fit right in, whatever that meant. I decided to let her have her fun, it was the least I could do to repay her for the picnic.With dinner out of the way I did a little work while I waited for Caitlyn to come and get me. I was just about caught up again from my week off from MORFS, but couldn't afford to slack off too much. By the time I heard a knock at my door, I had got most of the stuff I needed to do done. I grabbed my big coat. "Just wear a t-shirt," I shrugged. "That'll be cool."I was wearing a somewhat shorter skirt than Karen's, a tight knit mini-skirt in baby blue and a black blouse over that. It wasn't silk, but it looked like it and the material wanted to cling to my bra, so I'd ditched it. There were going to be a lot of guys at the party and I really was starting to get desperate for a boyfriend, or at least a one night stand in some white boy's bedroom. I'd been spending too much time with Karen, both of us. She hated her fear and wished she was more like her friend Gina who could have sex with both men and women and feel no shame in it. The copulating bodies got to be too much for her. She threw up the front of her nightgown and roughly grabbed her cunt and rubbed it but found no real relief. She needed a body pressed down against her. Masturbation is a poor substitute for sex and seem to make her more sad than satisfied. She stuck several fingers in but quickly withdrew them when only.