Vonda was the first to notice me in the doorway. "Master!" she exclaimed.Both scrambled to their feet. "We didn't expect you up so early," said Vonda.... waved off their concerns. "I got a call from Portland, Oregon. Chet is dead." Oh no!" exclaimed Vonda."He was hit by a drunk driver last night."Vonda hugged me.Pyx stood by, not knowing what to do.I turned to her. "Chet was my uncle. My only family member that wasn't a judgmental ass."Vonda nodded. "He visited us about once a year. A real nice. " Turning to the man on her right, she added, "can you help me find my shoe?"Jerry felt himself going into shock. Loren had never behaved this way and not only did he find himself puzzled as to how to respond to her overtures, terribly embarrassed and paralyzed in public but uncomfortably aroused. Meanwhile, Loren's neighbor found her shoe and said, "May I?" You may, sir," Loren smiled as she extended her foot. Suddenly uncomfortably aware of his erection, Jerry was only somewhat minimally. Our circle of friends is rather small and from time to time we hold a party at one or the other's homes. One such party had been arranged on a Saturday evening some months ago and I wanted a new outfit to go in. As I have grown older I have wanted to dress sexier, so, recalling a low necked top I had noticed in catalog, Boston I bought it and had it shipped in overnight. When Saturday evening arrived I came down ready to leave wearing the top and new skirt. My husband had taken photos of. Miguel was holding my hips while he pushed his cock deeper into my tight anus. “Oh God, your cocks feel so good. I can feel you both in each hole. Fuck me harder!” Miguel was now slapping my buttocks and ramming his hard cock into my ass. I was rocking my body over Raymond’s hard shaft and I was gagging and slurping on Anthony’s huge dick. “Oh fuck, your cunt feels so good. You’re one dirty cunt! Fuck me, bitch.” I moved my body up and down over Raymond’s cock. He was rubbing and playing.