We all girls were at the bar with guys inviting drinks and flirting with us. After a while someone suggested that we could move the party to his house... My girlfriends were all for it and I thought sure why not, I was sure I could keep control of myself and it would give me a little story to tease my hubby with. The guys were four nice handsome young men and we were three crazy married bitches in our early forties…We went to the parking lot; Pete opened the door of one nice car for me as Dave. I slid my finger into my wet pussy to get it all wet, and then placed it again on the entrance. I slowly pushed until it slipped inside. I gasped and rubbed my clit harder, as I kept my finger still. The tightness gripping the end of my finger. My ass tried to suck it inside, so I let it. Spreading my legs wide, and sliding my finger in further.It felt so tight. Like a vise, as my ass sucked at my finger, drawing it in deeper.It wasn't long before my finger was all the way in, and slowly moving. ) So I spun away looking for other worlds to conquer, tossing a "nice to meet 'cha at him as I left.I must have spent twenty minutes mingling and turning various dudes away. Well I did dance with one, but he was halfway drunk and I wanted no part of him. I was just waiting for the right opportunity to meet that guy again. That's when I got my brilliant idea.Oh yeah, I can be devious at times. I scouted the apartment. It was a duplex and had two floors. That usually meant two baths, hmmmm. It. Imoved my head around and found I was dizzy – drunk fromthe wine in my stomach and ass. She moved her knees tothe sides of my head, preventing any motion. She said sweetly and submissively “I’ve been such agood girl.” Her fingers pulled her labia apart. Shegiggled and then said louder and sarcastically, “Untilnow!” Suddenly pale yellow piss was streaming out ofher. At first, it went all over my face, but Betty’sfingers quickly gained control and aimed.