Porsche?” I asked.“Oh, yeah!” said Melissa, “Tell him about that guy!”Susan sat back and said, “I went out with him a couple years ago. He...was pretty rich. Great car, great condo, great hair, shitty taste in clothes. I should have known from the start that he was just another asshole looking for a hot blonde for arm candy.”“C’mon,” said Melissa, “tell him!”“He flew me to Paris,” said Susan.“Really?” I said. “I guess he WAS rich.”“Well, it wasn’t a private jet, but still. For a long weekend. Of. Her husband wasn’t there!There was no body there!Jo sat bolt upright and turned on the small table lamp next to the bed.“What the Fuck?” She gasped.Slipping on a silk wrap Jo looked out of the window to see John locking his car and heading for the front door. Her head was in a confused spin as she looked all around the room for the answer to the question on her mind. Who had just fucked the shit out of her so beautifully if it wasn’t her husband?Jo sat on the bed and thought for a moment.“Was. "This is exactly what Cathy had wanted to hear. She was more than a little to find out if he lived up to the stories the other ladies in the family had told her. She asked Carol if there was anything she should know about the other men in the group. Carol told her that they all enjoyed oral sex. Giving AND receiving. None of them went in for using the back door. "By the way, Dave and Bill both like to finish up missionary."Carol offered to show Cathy around town, so she would know where she was. "A pig is always ready, don;t you know that whore?" Everybody smiled for a second, because we all knew THATS what we all were, pigs or whores. Tracy looked at the scene in front of her. Her boyfriend was stroking his softening cock, after roughly sodomizing his best friend in front of her, and now she is about to sodomize the same pig, it is a good night. She thrusts herself up Jakes asshole, slowly at first...then roughly as she slips past the second set of assmuscles, she knows that she is.