“Maybe then you’d accept an invitation to the party,” you teased.“That could be ... interesting,” Evan replied, mysteriously.The brownstone ...ruly was right around the corner. You were impressed. Three stories. Well-maintained. “Professor Sarah must have quite an inheritance,” you observed.“Yes,” Evan replied. “Old shipping money.” He opened the gate, led you up to the door, and punched a code into an electronic keypad next to the door. Your heart started thumping as the lock clicked. Evan. I was disappointed when Cindy's lips left but soon her lips returned. No not her lips, it was some other girl's lips. She kissed harder and demanded more. Her hands moved from my chest to my head to firmly keep me kissing. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see that I was sitting on a guy's lap while kissing him. Cindy was standing behind him rubbing her tits against his head. I jumped up from his lap. As a coincidence the music ended at the same time. I rationalized that I was drunker than I. The plan was for the girls to wear some sexy clothes.Erica wore a white sheer blouse with a half bra that made her breasts stick out leaving her nipples totally exposed. She wore a blazer over it because she wasn't quite sure she could go through with our plan. She also wore a short black skirt with a thong and thigh high stockings. Lacey wore a low cut short dress. We were seated off in a corner pretty much away from the crowd. After a few drinks our conversation turned to sex and John and I. I shift again in my seat, as my cock twitches at the sight of her cleavage. Blushing a bit, she confesses, "I used to be so scared of your hands, Gil. Your calloused knuckles always look bruised and swollen. I was terrified when you would extend your hand to shake mine, when I was younger. But at the same time, I wanted to touch them." Innocently she adds, "Is that weird?" “It’s not weird at all, Sarah,” I assure her. I pull my hand away from her lap. Her touch is making me incredibly horny..