"Be still, you naughty..."Suddenly, she saw my underwear. Satin briefs. Pink."...You naughty little girl," she giggled. Sober, she may or may not have...een impressed. But drunk it seemed she was happy to go along with theidea.My penis, hard already, twitched and I felt pre-cum slip out.She knelt down and moved to it with her lips, getting just a tastethrough my dampening panties. She pulled them down and her lips formed aperfect 'O'. I braced for the blow job that was to come.....Waiting.I. Doug arrived around seven thirty and she met him at the door with a long passionate kiss. He looked at me and I smiled. Pat was in his room doing some paperwork and he had agreed to stay out of the way for the night. Sara was wearing a short skirt and button down the front white shirt and matching white lingerie. I went to get a bottle of wine and when I returned Sara and Doug were locked in a deep kiss, his hands were squeezing her ass and he looked worried when he saw that I had seen them. I wondered if i should get him to fuck her from behind as she was sick in the toilet but thought better of it, but i might.John watched as i undid my pants and drop them to the floor my cock was semi hard but hard enough if i gripped the base to slide into her spit covered cunt so thats what i did, it slipped in easily although she wasnt too happy about it, she was puking her ring up and i was fucking her from behind i forgot all about John till i glanced over and noticed he had his pants open. Are you afraid you're moving to the other team, Hon?" Candace asked."Um, well..." Jean squirmed uncomfortably. "I've done a lot of that stuff in the past couple of days -- a LOT!" Well, having Lon lick you doesn't count," Candace argued, putting a cup of coffee in front of her friend. "Was there anything seriously different between him and, say..." she paused momentarily, "me?" I ... guess not," Jean admitted. "No. But it raises something else ... I got this rush, kind of, from the control ....