As hers curled so did mine. When her pace increased, I moved faster – when she slowed I did. Greta broke the kiss and with her face close to min she...continued to work the magic in me. Whatever she did, I tried to replicate it because I knew she was giving me pleasure in the way she wanted it from me. ‘She whispered, ‘No pain for Kitty now, just pleasure. Pain is for the dark of the night, yes?’ I nodded. ‘I told you, I like words, Kitty, give me your words.’ ‘Pain is for the night, Miss Greta.. I leaned towards Mark and said "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you again so soon!", all the while smiling wryly towards Tom.Tom said "Well I did say it was sort of business, even if it is more like 'Monkey business' and no contracts will need signing!"The rest of the evening was just a blur of normal chit chat and enjoying the music, interspersed with some quietly whispers innuendo on a more intimate topic, especially on the dance floor where Tom and Mark kept me busy, and thankfully. You can deposit it all right on my crack back there and we can slide your dick up and down and even rub it on my tight little hole. Just don’t push inside because my ass is still cherry and I want to keep it that way.”That seemed to placate Mister Winston and he carefully pulled out just before coming and left a huge puddle of white cream on her ass. Then, he played his skinny cock all over her ass cheeks and up inside her crack right on top of her tiny little puckered entryway.Sharon actually. Hell, I didn't even know she owned cloths like that. When we got to the party I headed to the kitchen to get us drinks. When I got back I found her sitting on the couch next to some guy who had his hand under her skirt while she was rubbing what was a very large cock through his jeans. She told me I should head back to the kitchen. Don't ask me why but I did. A few minutes later I heard a cheer go up from the living room. When I went back in my wife's blouse was gone and her friend was.