‘It’s nothing Uncle Max,’ John said as he looked down at the ground and pulled the icepack off of his eye. ‘Doesn’t look like nothing to me,...�� Max smiled. ‘What happened, Johnny?’ John looked Max in the eye and got the ‘look’ that meant ‘DON’T CALL ME JOHNNY!’ Max smiled and patted him on the back. ‘This kid at school said that I deserved to have died with my loser ass parents,’ John said getting a harsh tone in his voice. ‘So I pushed him. Before I knew it there were three kids on me holding me. I stirred and sat up in the chair and took a coffee when offered it tasted great so went into the kitchen for a second cup, Carl was in there I dont mean to be dim he said but I have never been at a party like this before, is it a case of anything goes ? so I said this is my first party too what were you thinking about?, well its that Debbie, I fancy the pants off her but Im worried about getting the brush off and making a fool of myself, I had it off with the old bird earlier on but cant stop. Now you may ask me for something."Wow! This, thought Don, was very hot. But there was going to be hell to pay at the video store when his wife found out what kind of tape had been in the mislabeled box. He yawned again and rubbed his crotch absent-mindedly. Maybe he'd better check the other tape out as well, he thought as his eyes drifted closed...Janet came upstairs to find Don snoring in the chair, his hand d****d over his crotch. The tape was still running, the male slave's head buried. Still acting as one, they each bent forward and encircled her nipples with their lips, gently sucking, and plying her nipples with their tongues. Isolede felt the familiar fluttering in her abdomen, and pumping each of them almost with a frenzy, started to have a small orgasm. She felt as if there was a direct connection between her nipples, diagonally across and through her abdomen, right to her pussy. As they continued to ply their tongues across her nipples, she could feel electric shoots.