Whatever he said apparently pleased his companion, for she stepped close and kissed him.“Come on, Roger, let’s dance some more.”She led him over...to a circle of revelers engaged in their own version of a Renaissance summer solstice dance. A few of the women danced bare-breasted, one or two completely bare, as was one of the men. Many had imbibed or smoked. The aroma was familiar.Sophie led Roger again through her repertoire. No one seemed to care, really, what dance one chose. Roger managed to. She – That’s nice.Me – But promise me, we won’t judge each other at all and delete the chat later onShe – Ohhh wow, I was exactly looking for someone like this who’s into such stuff but doesn’t take it like other judgemental people.Me – I like to have fun, but don’t like people judging.She – That’s awesome, Let’s start.Me – Truth or dareShe – TruthMe – So, Rachana, what do you wanna do after 12th really!She – Hey, you talked about all the judging and stuff, I thought this was gonna be something. My rule was, if you're at my house drinking, you have to spend the night. Amy didn't drink at my house because she knew I'd make her stay no matter what her mom and dad said.Franky blushed and stuttered. "You . . . dammit . . . you said it was okay! You were lying right next to her! You said she wanted to suck my dick!" My point is," I said, "that sex is not a big deal. I enjoyed watching you fuck Amy. It was like being out of my own body so I could watch her enjoy sex." Then why'd you bring it. I can always come in and help around the office."I then heard my drunk wife slur. "Well I glad that you did sir, Becausenow I have a full time job."I then heard the old fat man say. "You are welcome my dear." As hewalked pass my wife's back, she was now adjusting her short, tight blackskirt. I saw him take one more long look at her beautifulskirted ass. He then shook his head a couple of times, then turned hishead, and walked back inside to the party.I waited outside for about a couple of.