I stood and waitedfor Mrs. Whitman to arrive. Mrs. Whitman entered the dining room. Shehad changed from her suit into a rather fancy looking dress."Y...u may pour the wine now Vicki." Yes Ma'am."I started to pour her a glass of the red wine."Stop."I stopped pouring with the glass about half full."Vicki, whenever you serve a newly opened bottle of wine, you must firstpour a small sample for the host to taste. If the wine is satisfactorythen you may fill the glass. If by chance the wine has gone. ” And my dad enters. “Hey, Cassie. How are you feeling?” he asks, still standing in the doorway. “I’m not sick, dad,” I say, very unfriendly like. “Well you slept through dinner,” he says sternly, “I figured you weren’t feeling well.” “Yeah, I’m a little nauseous. I saw something very disturbing earlier today,” I say with a smug face. “Really, Cassie?” His voice is soft now, almost a whisper, “If it was so disturbing, why’d it get you to put your hand down your pants, and bring yourself to. I lookedover to Julie who was doing the same to Richard.With the most catlike lick of her lips she grinned knowingly towards meand I could feel her telepathically will us both to take our dates in ourmouths. And we did. YUM! With my right hand milking Benjamin I broughtmy hungry mouth down around him with such incredible passion that at firstI thought he would shoot his load right then and there. But luckily hedidn't. Matching my heat Julie did the same with Richard but pumped himwith her. She more stated than asked Mike if she could do anything in front of him! He said she could do anything, he said he'd not judge. A light came on up front and Sam took a chance to look. She seen the reflection on the windshield of her mom. She had her dress up to her waist and was pulling off her panties. The reflection in the windshield didn't give a lot of details, but it was obvious she was fingering herself! Sam was again needing to touch herself. This was so wrong, but it had her horny as.