.. I was just curious why, uhmm ... you know, you have never even told me once that you thought I was pretty, or anything close to that," said Rayne. ...Do you even think I'm pretty?" Well, do YOU think you're pretty? I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that question, and I'm willing to bet you've known most of your life. Any reasons you need me to validate it? It's not like it matters to me one way or the other," smiled Matt."You! Can't you say it just once?" asked Rayne in mock anger. He paused outside the door and straightened his tuxedo. He knocked on the door and then opened it.His breath caught as he beheld the scene before him. Two huge candelabras with a dozen candles each softly lit a small part of the room. A grand piano sat in the center between the two candelabras. One chair sat in the center of the room, just inside the candlelit area.He turned and closed the door, and locked it and strode confidently to the chair. He picked the program up off the seat and sat. “I know Jenny will look after you. Have fun together” were her parting words.I have to admit I was still feeling a little horny after last night, and when I went to the train toilet for a pee, I spent a little longer in there than I should, not cumming, but playing with myself a little, pushing my fingers into my cunt, tasting my cunt juice from them, then putting them back and rubbing them over my clit. My cunt lips were engorged, as was my clit, and I found them extremely sensitive to every. The four of us were lying on Sasha’s bed making out, I was with Sasha and Armand with Sassy, we were all pretty turned on. I could hear Armand and Sassy breathing heavily. My thoughts were WOW we’re going to have sex rite next to each other (Awesome Thought.) I looked over and Sassy was lying there with just her silky blue bikini panties on, Armand had his hand in her pants finger fucking her. Keep in mind we were all pretty drunk, but Armand and Sasha drank the most and were pretty wasted,.