I poured the effervescence. With a "Happy New Year," we touched glasses and drank, and it was good. The champagne. The company. Extremely good.After s...veral minutes of quiet sipping, me admiring the beauty of my two employees, Hazel decided to get something off her chest. With Hazel you could tell she was holding something back. It was like she needed to take a piss. Then she would let loose as bravely as could be with some brazen truth or other."Connie and I want to try something," she said. All the guilt I had felt about the girls doing things they shouldn’t ... That was because the fucking bible told me they shouldn’t. That gnawing hollow feeling had been all about corrupting the innocent and making them miserable. And I had a right to feel guilty about causing that, but...I felt sex wasn’t a sin by itself. Sex without love, without tenderness, to take pleasure from someone for just the pleasure itself, that was a sin. But I had been so focused on what people had taught me that I. I wandered off through the house to the back and outside to the pool. It was a warm night, and several people were swimming or whatever. After I walked around for a bit, I realized that the people in the pool were also doing ‘whatever’ - one couple was kissing at one side, and I realized she was riding him, her arms and legs wrapped around him as they fucked, and the other pair was doing it doggy-style at the edge, watching a pair of girls get it on in the grass. I put down my empty glass and. ... My eyes rolling back in my head now to scan the memory of sequential bliss it was a natural progression from shock to feigned laughter to disinterest but inevitably the clawing, knuckle dragging lust which led me to dumbfounded drooling at so much the hint of a swelling male member. I'd stroked my own cock enough times to should have known what it was capable of and slowly focusing more on the male performers' members as they thrust inside instead of the ebbing voluptous frame of the.