Pushed up against the wall, the dildo slipped in much easier than Her man-slut, satisfying both their cravings in under 10 minutes of vigorous fucking...Annie pulled off the harness, hanging it on the door handle:”not a word to anyone - now get your pretty arse downstairs before I fuck it again”.DownstairsThe party had descended into a full-on lesbian orgy, exactly as planned. Clothes were flung to the far corners as the naked drunk revellers kissed, sucked and fingered each other to states of. . Brindy has made reservations at a good restaurant for ALL of us. I was going to call YOU this evening and tell you. I do hope you can come...”“Absolutely. But before then ... Tomorrow? Us? My bunch and your bunch. Pick a place?”She named a restaurant. “I will have them reserve a table for us. Now, are you SURE that the status of me and my Dave and my Brindy is not an issue?”“Lita, I have cousins who would blow your mind ... I think one of ‘em’s daddy is his uncle, too ... No, we talked. We do. She was doing that for me, not for her. She felt bad for me and was trying to save me by making my boner go down. I showed her that that wasn't gonna work by staring at her boobs whenever she looked at my eyes. I would time it. When we made eye contact I would look at her eyes for a bit then glance down at her breasts. The rest of our conversation consisted of me acting extremely embarrassed, me purposely trying and failing at cover my cock, her smiling and giggling at me, her failing at. Glasses were filled."Let's toast to -- uh -- well -- happiness," Paolo said.We raised our glasses. Happiness was something I'd drink to. I looked at Lauren. Her glass came up halfway. She took small sips.Paolo asked for the antipasto. The uncle left again. We were alone."So," Paolo asked, "If it's not rude -- I want to ask -- are you two together, like girlfriends?"He meant Lauren and me. He had asked in English."Yeah," I said. I looked at Lauren. She didn't object."And you?" he said to Fi,.