He was talking as if he took a few pegs of alcohol before coming to invite Rajesh for the party, “Sh!… I know your secret, Rajesh. Don’t worry I...won’t tell your wife. Come…”“Sorry but I can’t. Pramila is sick, I need to take care of her,” explained Rajesh the reason for not coming.“Don’t you want to come to the party?” he asked.“Yes. But I need to be by the side of my wife while she is sick,” said Rajesh.“Why?” asked Ramesh.“She told me to stay by her bed if she needs anything,” explained. As one started taking my top off, the other was undoing my bottoms. My cock getting harder, they knew I deserved a good fucking. As I stood there, bare, they looked my smooth, slim body up and down and grinned at me. "Right boy, adjust your ass here" as he bent me over on the sofa. "I want my cock lubed up good before I enter that tight, virgin hole, so start sucking".So as one got on the sofa and pulled out his thick cock in front of my mouth, the other started to caress my ass and balls. I. .. No, No", she replied still holding and stroking his fingers. "Would you like one?" he asked. She immediately increased her grinning expression which conveyed her answer, he ordered.She didn't engage him in any conversation, just sat smiling and giving his fingers a nice massage but enough to convince him that either she was desperate for affection, was a person released from one of the institutions for the mentally disturbed or had taken him for somebody else but until the penny dropped that. ---Sunday evening came again, and the knock at the door was right on time - 8 PM sharp. Laura, Linda and Lana were, like the previous week, each in a bathrobe. Pete ushered them into the parlor to the circle of chairs. As always, there were four chairs arranged around a small table with a box of tissue on it, along with a large, oval wooden hairbrush - three kitchen chairs for the girls, with cushions on each, plus a large oak chair for Pete.When everyone was seated, Pete cleared his throat and.