With wobbly knees he went over and locked the entrance door. Returning to the table he hovered near the beefy blond who had made the suggestion. Surel... this was a wind up? Surely they didn’t want him down on his knees, under the table? But they did. The beefy blond cupped his hand around Jacques butt and gave it a good squeeze. ‘Come on, you might not get through all of us if you don’t start soon.’ he said. Jacques didn’t need a second invite. He got down under the table and tugged on the blond. ‘Oh, Josh…I’ve miss you so much. Will you forgive me for not sticking around till you woke up – you know – our last time together?’ ‘There’s nothing to forgive,’ he laughed happily. ‘Come here you little Witch,’ he said, gazing into her brown eyes. ‘I know I’m about a year late…but now it’s your turn,’ she laughed, adding, ‘You’re about to get lucky. Take me to your bedroom before I change my mind forever,’ she teased him with that little impish smile he remembered so well. A few moments later. She smiled at me and spread her legs wide, her green stockings framing the soft skin inside her thighs like emeralds. She was completely untrimmed, which was how women were in the early 70's. Her furry brown pubic hair looked lovely to me, especially the ridge of skin nestled within it, with her clit sticking out towards the top. I could smell her aroma, the smell of a woman's arousal, rising up to me. She watched me with a smile as I leaned in close and explored her with my fingers, tracing. I never, ever felt guilt, and I couldnt even have told you what it meant, to feel guilty about that. During my early years, I did all kinds of stuff, alone and with my friends. I recall that me and one boy used to tie a string around our dicks, just to be crazy, and swing them around and laugh. Then we tied them together, with one string around both our dicks, but not tight. I think at first it was really not so much about sex as just fun. But then we discovered how good it felt when our dicks.