Didn't you do that?"She shook her head, looking a bit worried. "Have you done that before?" Other than what we shared in the dream, no. Today's the fi...st time it's happened."Renée looked around again. "Let's discuss that later, okay?" I could feel how nervous she was. Whether it was what I had just asked her or her near paranoia.Her reactions made the craziness of the idea so much more surreal, but I could feel it in my head, as if the idea had taken true form and had a weight all its own. "So. .. Rose or Rachel or Samantha?" I never thought of that!" she said coyly, pressing a finger to her cheek. "They just said, 'not Carl.' Can't you just imagine having Rose and Rachel and Samantha in the hot tub with us? I would kill for Samantha's skin." The idea of you four in the hot tub with me is doing nothing for my condition." I couldn't have done that anyway. With five of us, I'm pretty sure it would no longer qualify as having a friend over and would be more like a party. They expressly. I told them to get comfortable while I made the drinks. When I returned and saw the two of them sitting there, their cocks up like flagpoles, I released a little gasp. As I gave Bob his drink, I took his hard throbbing cock in my mouth and gave him a nice deep throat kiss. I repeated the same with Stan. This really got their attention. I had a tray of fresh fruit, cheeses and crackers but they wanted to eat something else. They both got up and again, sandwiched me, as Bob slid the straps of my. On the way we stopped for dinner. When we got back to the car, but before leaving the parking lot, I popped the question and offered her the engagement ring. She broke down crying and the tears were obviously not tears of joy. ‘Have I said, or done, something wrong Amber?’ She was still crying but managed to get out a tearful ‘No’ and said that she had been afraid that this would happen. I asked her, ‘Why would you be afraid?’ ‘Because I have been keeping a secret from everybody for the last.