One of them caught my eye as she looked remarkably like a former girlfriend. We had been together on and off over the years because she loved to fuck...anywhere, and I never could resist her. Unfortunately, her love of fucking extended beyond the monogamous relationship that I was looking for.After finishing the payment, the customer kept up the conversation. As he droned on about his new job, which was the third this year, I couldn't keep my eyes off the one young woman. She smiled curiously. Tonight I out with a guy called Basil, not a normal choice for me, but he's nice and he did ask me. Basil is a bit strange, not in any weird way, but he's no jock or a nerd, he's not good at anything really; but he looks ok, about five ten, with hair longer than mine, with the same reddish brown colour. He picks me up in his old car and off we go. We have a few drinks and we park up for a kiss and a grope. I do like having my boobs groped, they nice and sensitive, and without wearing a bra they. Although I was self-absorbed in the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I heard her say, “Come on over.” I looked at Danny. She leaned forward and unfastened the top of her micro bikini, which barely covered her cleavage. She slipped it off and casually draped it over the arm of the chase lounge. Her nipples were erect, perched on the top of her small but firm breasts. I could tell she was in a playful mood. A few moments later, Betty sauntered through our backyard gate, barefoot, sporting blue cut-off jean. John cleared the table and set the scene in the living room, lighting the fire and starting the background music. The dress code to be followed was all men in shorts, Emma could wear anything that she felt was sexy. After all the men were ready they met in the living room, opening a bottle of champagne to get the fun started. They all sat on the same sofa which faced the log fire and the stairs to the left. They sat in good spirits, obviously all excited. Steve had a little grope of Stuart’s.