I assumed it must be a bedroom door that opened, and I was thinking ‘who would be in bed at 3 or 4 in the afternoon?’ Maybe She was really tired f...r some reason, or felt ill – I hadn’t really seen Her at the party so She couldn’t be drunk surely? Then She emerged in what looked like a very short dress, low-cut too. I was thinking ‘maybe some of the girls were trying clothes on or something’ but whatever, my heart was racing and I was feeling very heated up as I saw Her. She approached the top. After a few minutes he replaced the brush with his finger, it slipped easily into my asshole as he rubbed me. Pulling down his jeans as he fingered me, Peter turned round and sat on the sofa with his legs apart rubbing his cock, I was on face level. He said “Come here and sort me out”, as I moved closer Peter had taken off his overalls and his cock was protruding out through his undies.My cock was rock hard I’d never been so turned on, as I ran my hand up and down Peter’s shaft Paul was rubbing. In the bedroom, the girls had moved to the centre of the bed, still 69ing with Mel on top.Kneeling behind her I ran some of the oil down her crack and watched it dribble over her puckered asshole. Using my middle finger I used it to lube her insides. The fact that she pushed back against my finger told me all I needed to know but just to be certain I grabbed her buttocks and stretched them further apart. The message could not have been clearer.Lifting her head, Mel panted, "Nnnnn...., go easy,. Iris generally spent rather more time listening to such men rant or ramble than she did having sex."You don't feel even a little bit guilty about acquiring for nothing a business nurtured by someone else?" Iris commented to one rather large man, with a correspondingly tiny penis, who was so full of his own glory that he didn't notice the veiled criticism."The bastard was an illegal," he said, while he puffed on an imported cigar and stroked the penis hidden under the folds of his stomach. "He.