The next morning, after mom had left for work, I went downstairs to the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. David eventually appeared and asked if mom was...there, but I told him that she had been gone for several hours - sleepy head.David laughed and poured himself a cup of coffee. He asked if I had a boyfriend, yet. I told him, “No,” and he replied in the same vein when I returned the question.“In that case,” David said, “let’s go upstairs to your room this time and get fucking.”We went to my room. ”Misty nodded, “Yes, a costume party. He was the Phantom of the Opera, and Joan was a sexy Little Red Riding Hood. I wish we could have gone.” I wondered whether Misty suspected what was coming and wanted to get her oar in the water. Also, by not mentioning it was a swingers’ party, she was essentially forcing her mother to correct her.Marjorie said bluntly, “Your father and I were at the same party. We saw Matt and Joan there, too. We’ve been going to parties like that for about five years.”A. Shelinda giggled, tickled by his shocked response. “I don’t know about Uranus, but my anus is the key to the hottest fuck of your life, doc,” she said. Paul felt a familiar twitch in the crotch of his pants, and before he could respond further, she pushed his mental buttons even more. “You just kiss my little brown eye and my black pussy will gobble up your cock like a piece of sausage!” Paul gulped in bewilderment because the source of the twitch was growing noticeably in his pants. Shelinda. As she and Jerry trudged down the hallway I recalled how she had flirted with me from the time of Ginger and my first date until the last time I saw her. There were times when Ginger would get upset with her little sister’s flirtations, but I suspect that would all change after this weekend.As the five of us sat around the table eating breakfast, I asked Jerry if he ever thought that he would spending a weekend stark naked with three gorgeous naked ladies. He told me that this was beyond his.