As the weekend arrived, and the news about Jerome coming to the party had spread, quite a few of your co-workers had called with excuses not to come, ...ut there were still more than enough coming to have a party.Then as most of your guests had arrived a time ago, Jerome showed up, and as he did he handed his jacket to one of your guests and told him to hang it up, even though he was being very rude, your guest still did what Jerome told him, and you couldn't really blame him, Jerome did look. Both hooked slim fingers into the waistbands of the flimsy garments and tugged them down their legs, standing precariously on one foot then the other as they slid the panties over each stiletto. Mr Johnson beckoned them to give him the tiny scraps of satin and lace, which he promptly thrust into his jacket pocket. ‘A little memento,’ he chuckled. Both girls now stood with hands clasped in front of them to protect their modesty, shirt-tails barely covering their pubic mounds. ‘Suzi, bend over. ‘Fuck yeah,’ she moaned. ‘Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!’ He sunk lower into the car seat, and pulled her down with him. Her hands clenched the top of the seat and she leaned over him, her tits jiggling just above his face. Her eyes were closed, as she rolled with each pleasure filled thrust. Fast but deep he rammed his rod into her, watching her breasts keep their rhythm. His palms gripped her hips as he plunged his final stabs into her, his hips raised and off the seat. ‘Unnnnhhh!’ he groaned.. When I was back it was well into the evening and things were much calmer at home. People had settled in and I could find them busy with one or the other chore. I sat down to watch TV when Haritha walked in, we exchanged glances and she was quick to turn away , she went into the kitchen and all the time was looking at me through the corner of her eyes but never did she look up straight. We were exchanging these glances when my wife also walked in, myself and Haritha turned and took our positions.