Instead I waited and hoped that gravity and the slight breeze would work to my advantage. But it just got worse when I sat down. My skirt pulled up an... separated again, leaving my slit exposed.That was bad enough. But what bothered me even more is that I know how excited I am. They might not be able to see it. But I’m sopping wet from being on display since we left my house this morning. I hate it that this turns me on as much as it does. But there’s no denying how wet my pussy is at that. Hell, if she'd have suggested bringing a woman to our bed I'd have jumped at the chance. But women are different -0- in more ways than the obvious — than men.Anyway, the night we invited Jay over for a barbecue he didn't have an idea of what was in store for him. He was one of my oldest friends and we spent lots of weekends fishing and drinking beer. He'd been to the house a lot of times for dinner. He'd helped me remodel the upstairs bathroom too. I'd seen him look at Carrie a few times with. She really wasn't a babe so to speak, at least not an immediately apparent one. She was larger-framed, not fat by any means mind you, but curvier than her peers by a large margin; this meant wide hips, large breasts, and shapely legs. She was also quite tall. Picture Christina Hendricks when she was younger but not that busty, I'd say 34 or 36D; nice and big but not overtly gargantuan. Like Christina, she also had fiery red hair and a decent face. She never wore makeup but she had rosey lips. He was thinking, when Mom came in the room in her scanty nighty outfit, “holy crap she’s beautiful! She must be a model!” Johnny and I sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed. I held his hand and smiled at him to comfort him. “Here’s what’s going to happen, kids,” said Mom, as she knelt in front of Johnny and looked up at us. “I’m going to play with Johnny first, and then Dad will have some fun with Cassie Lee. After that, it’s going to be a real fun time for everybody. Unless Johnny.