Some of us on the couch and others sitting on the floor. Wine was flowing pretty good amongst the girls, and beer for Pete and I. Pete and I decided t... watch our intake, so we could enjoy this whole experience. After dinner, and all the stories of what went on the past few weeks, the girls started reading up. I told them Pete and I would do up any dishes.“Good. The girls and I need to go do something.” Carol told me and the girls headed to the bedroom. Pete and I talked as we did up the. I kept on rubbing her wet gash as I applied her lipstick. her lips looked so shiny and "wet" I was so close to her face that I leaned in and just kissed her. she responded back and grabbed my hard cock. so we were kissing and rubbing each other for a while. then i had her lie on her back with her arms kind of framing her tits, then i put her on her belly with her ass in the air and legs slightly open to expose her wet pussy I put her in a few more poses as I snapped away with the camera. I then. I was in euphoria, I dint want it to stop. I didn’t think it could get any better, but then I felt it. A warm mouth taking the full length of my cock, I could feel a face pressed against my abdomen. The head slowly mover back and fourth on the entire shaft. The heat from the summer night combined with the hot oil on my body made me begin to sweat. I felt a hand push me out of the mouth that had been pleasuring me. “His first orgasm is mine.” Kristi commanded. I snapped back to reality and began. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"With an uncharacteristically high heart the man replied in a scratchy, squeaky voice: "I am not Herbert. I am Helen. And these are my clothes. Do you like them?"The man gracefully rose from the table. He loved sunny, shining mornings like this. His brawny, hairy arms bulged forth from a sleeveless, ankle-length floral print dress several sizes too small for his bulky frame. The man's feet, narrowly squeezed into silver-accented women's sandals, lithely danced.