I take in the scene. Vicky kneeling in her silk slip, Candy kneeling nude, the boys in jeans and shirts, opened at the neck, and finally Crystal and I...in crimson bras and panties. The air is redolent with female musk, male sweat and sperm.It is too early for lunch so, after some re-hydration, in the form of wine for us, and orange juice for Candy, we strap her on the table again, face down this time, with her legs now bent over the side of the table, and again the girls will suck at her love. I noticed that she often liked to wear a very short black dress with no bra (see my profile page for the implications of that) and as time progressed, I couldn't help but notice that she was leaving off wearing panties too. On one particular night she was dancing with a really good looking hunk (married to a friend of ours who was out of town at the time) and the band went to a slow number and she seemed to melt into her dancing partner. On the way home, I casually inquired about the. I closed my eyes as he lent in and scooped two fingers of some kind of oil. He then probed his rock hard dick against my tight rosebud. His first touch caused my anus to close and tighten, as he tried to enter me.He started pushing in, as I was trying to help him, knowing I was willingly opening my anus, to receive him, deep and hard.Each push moved my body forward, until finally I parted, weakened by his constant pushing. He got his edge, the fleshy point where I cracked and his full hard cock. It was the most exciting and pleasure-filled feeling of her entire life."Mmmmmm, soooooo good, Son," she moaned as she worked her pussy-up and down his big shaft.She was giving herself the best fucking ever, raising herself almost off Stu's prick, then lowering herself again until it was completely embedded in her hot pussy. Over and over, she fucked herself, feeling her pussy growing hotter and wetter with each exciting thrust of her crotch over her boy's big, pulsing cock.Trish's pussy gushed.