He gathered his wits. He took a deep breath. He smiled. "Well, we can't let a good bottle of wine go to waste, can we? Come in out of the cold." Megan...smiled timidly and came in, handing Greg the wine. Greg pulled the bottle from its bag and grunted his approval of a respectable Chardonnay. "This will be great later," he said, "right now, I have a shaker full of martinis in the study. How about it?"Megan ruefully shook her head. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline the martini," she said, "I have. It trickled out of her mouth as Darbygasped for breath."You were the lucky bitch that time," I cried."Mmm," she replied, smiling and licking her lips. "I amjust more skilled, right Darby?" Shit, girls, you're both all right. Perfect party sluts,actually." Do you want to screw me?" I asked hopefully."Hell no," Darby answered in a scornful tone. "I got off.Get the hell out now." Get out? Is that the thanks we get?" Charlene fumed."Be thankful you got some free coke and another week in. Our bodies were complete inside except our heads.I spread her legs apart inside and put my hand on her pussy. The other hand was on one of her boobs. She turned her head back. We were kissing while I was rubbing her pussy and caressing her boob. She was moaning hard when I started rubbing vigorously. After few minutes she lay down and I was resting on her with my back on her. She hold my penis and started masturbating touching my balls and caressing them. I ejaculated again after sometime.After. However, as you well know, it doesn’t happen with us. There isn’t any jealousy. No one feels left out. And logically, how could anyone feel that way when you make love to one of us, and we all feel as if the person you’re making love to is her own self. I don’t just think this; I know it because I feel it, too. My husband is making love to Caitlin. I touch either of you or anyone in the daisy chain, and suddenly you are making love to me – with all the, shall we say, side effects. I can feel.