Oliver shrugged his shoulders, “Trust me, that has to be the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he assured her, his voice rougher than usual as he nuz...led her neck. “But you didn’t get to finish,” She frowned, flushing at the ‘finish’ term. What else could she call it without sounding like a total idiot? He smiled against her neck, “There will be other times,” he replied coolly. Aria smiled “Yeah, I guess you’re right, maybe we should get some sleep.” she said as she pulled out of his arms, twisting. I insert, "But she is not Annie." Yeah," he agrees with me but surprises me with his next question, "I was kind of thinking, am I just trying to find someone now that Annie is gone?" Do you truly believe you are that fickle?" I smile sadly at him."Well, I did kind of jump into all this. I don't know, she has me all confused," He finally says his tone serious and plaintive with me."Do you still love Annie?" I ask, even though I know his answer."Well yeah, but she is- well dead." he slashes his. The ratio they tried to have was three to four men for each woman. The guys invited were good performers and could go two or three times during the night. The protocol was that each person bought their own alcohol drinks. Condoms, lube and towels were provided. Drunkenness and drugs were not permitted and would have you evicted. You undressed from street clothes to your lingerie when arriving or you could strip down to nude straight away if you preferred. You were expected to have perfect. ‘Does it take long?’ Doug started- he wasn’t expecting another question. Instead of waiting for his answer, Amanda slowly stood up and went over to the counter. She faced away from her nephew, and slowly, wordlessly shimmied and worked up her skirt. Doug stared. Under the skirt, Amanda was wearing a little lacy thong, pulled tight into her ass-crack. Looking at his face in the kitchen mirror, she worked the thong out and down her long legs, finally stepping out of them. Then Amanda eased her.