I replied her with a kiss. It tasted good. Luv you darling. I’ve been waiting for this kiss. I gave another one. This time a bit longer, it tasted l...ke the juice which she had. No one was bothered about anyone in the dark smoky area. I moved my hands on her back and brought to her ass and felt those big and soft butts.She was pressing herself more and more. I moved my right hand on her boobs and felt those amazing melons she gave a slight moan and removed my hand. Not here. Let’s go to room and. The sly smile on Lacey’s face as Tiffany was getting her off was priceless. Lacey took her right index finger and motioned me over. I positioned myself behind Tiffany and started eating her out. Tiffany continued licking Lacey’s ass. Tiffany’s muffled moans as I was exploring both her ass and pussy was priceless. I was definitely starting to recover. I then laid on my back and both Lacey and Tiffany started kissing all over me. Each took a nipple in their mouth. I was in heaven…. and rock hard!. The guests were told they would need to crouch doggy style on the bench with their backsides at the end. I was pushed to the rear reluctantly and I sort of knew what was coming next. The first man put his hands on his buttocks and I could see the outside of his arsehole. Pink, puckered and clean from the water of the pool. Hidden hands guided me and my face was guided in front of the stranger’s buttocks, guiding my face at the same level, as the male’s taboo rear rose. In life there are some. I am Jesse Peterson. By some fluke no one can explain, I moved fifty years into the future that summer of 1961. I got sick at the post-graduation dance and went home. After that, it was in bed for several days before they shipped me off to the hospital. According to the hospital records, I died there. But when I awoke last July in that hospital, I was told I was found on a bus stop bench wearing only my pyjamas.”“But who was in the coffin that I saw at your funeral?”Jesse was shaking his head..