"Shit, if I had known, I could have brought a couple of friends to hang out with you." I'm not that over them yet Amanda, the solitude is ok for now,"...I replied. "Ok, enough about me, why don't you two go and have some fun dancing; I'm just going to watch. And don't try to set me up with anyone Amanda."She had the decency to blush before they left for the dance floor. I leaned back against the back wall and put my legs up on the bench while watching the dancers. I didn't dance and knew I would. We were given a tour of the house. It had several rooms with mattresses on the floor and a hot tub on the patio. There was also what they called the group room. We all sat down and I got us drinks. The people all looked normal which was a relief. I whispered to Jill, are you sure you want to do this? All she said was I am here. I realized I was the one with doubts, not her. I made the first move and said to Joan lets look around and offered her my hand. She looked at Joe and he nodded and she. After just a few minutes, I surprised myself when I felt an orgasm start to build between my legs. I closed my eyes and moved my hips against his fingers working my clit, and – still stroking his fully erect cock – launched into a tingling climax that made my legs tremble.Even as I enjoyed the amazing sensation between my legs, I kept pumping Don’s dick, focusing on the head where he seemed to like it the best. He started breathing faster as his orgasm became imminent, and he reached over and. For now, however, he’s out of the game. I did meet that jockey that I mentioned earlier, mind you. Raul. He’s a Puerto Rican. Maybe he can join in the fun,” Jenny laughed at her situation a bit.“Works for me,” I said, and then told her about Melvin/Melissa, Camille, and all that jazz, plus the androgynous ticket clerk that I still hoped to bang.“Yeah, life for us is a regular Sodom and Gomorrah, but I love it that way. What’s a little promiscuity between friends, right?” Jenny giggled.“I.