Everyone had a number assigned randomly when the group was first organized, one through ten. The girls had theirs "tattooed" under their left nipple, ...he guys just above their penis. It was only marker and the numbers didn't last the whole week. If a girl managed to get herself fondled and suckled enough the number might be gone by the end of the first day. But by then her number was probably tattooed into everyone's brain. Since a VD physical was required before arrival, rubbers were not. ..I went to the bedroom and slipped out of my nightdress and decided to get a black basque and stockings from the wardrobe, as I was putting on my stockings and running my hands up my legs I was getting more and more turned on thinking what a treat this guy was in for, little did I know it was me who was going to get a treat!As I walked in to the kitchen I could see he was turned on by my attire, black basque, black panties, black stockings with black heels and bright red lipstick, I could see. Even my own briefs had a wet spot from my oozing pre-cum, which the girls noted with glee. Suddenly, Sarah adopted a more sombre expression as she looked first at me, then at my sister.“Would you like to eat me right here and now, Jim?” she invited. It was an offer I couldn’t pass up, and I replied by dropping down in front of her, pulling her panties down, and lathering her soft, bald pussy until my saliva was replaced with her juices. Sarah spread her legs wide so that I could dive in deeper,. "That's a witch's kiss. I said a kiss, not a goddamned chicken peck. Kiss it! Open those sexy red lips!"Her sensually pouting lower lip rubbed all across and around the tip of Mark's throbbing rod, while his fingers twisted tightly in her hair, pulling her face along. Laura could feel the pulsating, blood- filled ridges of his penile shaft against her mouth, and, considered how Rover's penis might feel against her lips in a similar situation, but didn't dwell on that overlong. Her stomach felt.