They both sat down, one on each of our loungers and soon the conversation turned onto their witnessing of my sexual encounter, less than fifteen minut...s ago.It was a matter of fact type of conversation, not aggressive or suggestive, more complimentary and erotic, in fact they had just witnessed something I myself would have preferred to watch, so I was in complete harmony with them, even though I was the provider of the voyeurs pleasure.Most of the talking was between me and the man on my. She looked over to the table where all the evidence of what we had been doing sat. When she walked over to the table, I got a full view of her body. She was young and athletic looking, her breasts stuck out like points from under the over-sized t-shirt that fell almost to her mid thigh and hung off of one shoulder. Her curly black hair was done in tight braids that fell just to the nape of her neck.She picked up the glass pipe from the table and asked if I had anything to put in it. I. ............................................The next morning, Tom got up and went to his desk. He ran a consulting business out of his home office. Being an expert in his field allowed him to make a very nice living only working a few hours a day. Each morning, he did his consultations and talked to clients. By noon, the work for the day was done. His wife is an interior designer and is out of the house meeting with clients, shopping or at her studio working. Most days she left early and. Anyway Katie had come home for the weekend and on the Saturday morning she had turned up at my place with a questionable looking young man; I believe she'd dragged him along for my inspection. Well what could I say; what father ever finds that his daughter's suitors measure up to the mark? But he seemed a personable enough young man, so I didn't come on all that strong.But it was while we were eating lunch that Katie mentioned Grif. When I asked who Grif was, poor Katie took on the expression.