With the sort of haste usually associated with being caught in a downpour they dashed for the door. Once inside the hall bags were dropped and jackets...were off. They moved on each other hungrily. Everything was desperate and urgent. Mark was torn between groping Joanie and getting her blouse off. Joanie had got his trousers undone and the zip down – a much more methodical approach. She undid the buttons of her blouse and deftly unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, as Mark began to. As Brooke got up, she had to lean forward to get up, which showed me a lot of her fine ass, pantieless as I had hoped. A few minutes later she returned and popped in some DVD into the player, a couple menus later, some lesbians made their way to the screen and began thier routine. "Mike? What are they doin'?" Asked Amy. "Here, lay down on the floor, and open your legs a little bit. Brooke? Proceed to lick her clean." With Amy on the floor Brooke layed on her stomache and moved her tounge all. They could almost just be cuddling. They stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the exquisite tension. “How dirty do you feel right now?” She whispered. “Incredibly. You’re slick and greasy on my cock.” “I bet you're glad you bought me that drink, huh? “I'm even more glad that you’re crap at pool.” He passed her drink over and she took a sip then kissed him gently, still barely moving. “Hey, I’m not that crap,” she said. She clamped down on him, the walls of her pussy rippling along his. I couldn't decide which was more beautiful; Liz's perfect tits or her pouty bare pussy. Liz then offered a toast to warm, close friendships and hot kinky fun. After a sip or two John pointed to the love seat and I sat down. He followed suit. Liz sat in a winged chair opposite us with her stocking-covered legs crossed sipping her champagne.John started things by saying, "Liz and I are very sexually open people and we think you will enjoy how we play. Don't worry about me being jealous or Liz.