Each time Aidan’s glass was empty, Julie ran off and got him a refill.Aidan made the rounds, chatting with everyone he knew, and in the heat he dran... a good deal more than he usually did without noticing, thanks to Julie’s efforts, though he also ate rather more as well.As the evening progressed, Julie began to link arms with him as they chatted to other guests, pressing her breast against him, and then sliding her arm around his waist, and caressing his neck from time to time. She was wearing. She was wearing a pair of bright red and black panties.Yes, I looked. How could I not? Her tight young butt looked incredible in the dancing light cast by the ceramic jack-o-lanterns and other decorations.She wasn't having much luck, though. Dani stirred, and appeared to be protesting, but she certainly wasn't getting up.I continued down the stairs and saw my daughter's other close friend Cindy sprawled on a second-hand couch. Someone had thrown a blanket over her, and she looked as comfortable. Pamela Anderson’s chest. JennyConnelly’s face and Jenny Aniston’s hair. And, uh, PaulNewman’s eyes?’Joe’s sunburnt face burned a deeper red.Kazar twitched its limbs as if in a shrug. ‘For yourpurposes, we shall call her Dijepa Coanman – or Jenny,for short.’‘Jenny,’ Joe exhaled. ‘Is she an alien?’‘At her core, yes. But you won’t be seeing her core.’Joe was seeing everything else, though, his eyeswandering over the wondrous woman’s swollen breastsand jutting nipples, rappelling down her plump. I knew instinctively that they both were aware of my presence. That knowledge alone was enough to make me squishy wet inside my panties and I allowed my hand to wander down to my crotch to pat my little puddle of hidden fluids.It was also obvious that neither of them had any intention of hiding their sinful coupling. I could understand that because a cock the size of Esteban’s needed respect in such matters and I was not one to interfere with female pleasure even if it was my own new mother.