“I think I could have done without that,” Ron replied, wiping at his cheek. Everybody laughed as they began to pile food on their plates.“This ...s right proper woman’s kitchen,” Charlie said derisively as he walked in and looked around. “Cleaned up and everything.” He turned and looked at Ron. “Your wife’s got you trained like a right proper little bitch, she does.” He shoved Ron toward the coffee maker. “Get me some coffee, bitch.”“Fuck you, get your own fucking coffee asshole.” Ron then. I never understood why but it was a fact that we hated each other and everybody saw that (including my friend).Anyway, returning to my story, about 2 months ago, my fiancée was out of town on a business trip and I returned home very tired from work. I saw a familiar car parked in front of my house. When I approached, it was my friend with Anna. We hugged, invited them in and talked for several hours drinking 2 or 3 bottles of wine. They came back to announce the friends and family that they. Now due to the pretty low standards of the place, women were pretty rare, especially any under the age of 40, and right up until about 10:30 this remained the case.In walked my Crazy ex, 5ft 4, long blonde hair, nice perky tits and an ass to die for. She was followed by her 2 friends Jennifer (short feisty brunette who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose) and Debbie (a tall, slim, tight bodied redhead with a pair of tits so big you would happily suffocate in them) as they headed. We only used one bedroom with two huge air mattresses covering all the floor space. The weather was plenty warm enough not to need more than light blankets and each other for heat.I stretched out in the darkness knowing some one or more of my mates would join me and not being concerned about which it would be. I was in a tent with five naked women and would be happy with whichever slept beside me. It turned out that Donna cuddled into my arms and we had a quiet amorous time together. There were.