"Show me how you do it." I faced him, and crossed my arms, waiting.And he did... he was slow at first, just sort of using his fingertips, caressing h...mself... and I've got to say, wow, it was hot. And after a few moments I started caressing the skin on my tummy, just sort of lightly touching... getting lower and lower. When my fingers reached the top of my panties, he wrapped his first around his beautiful penis, and began stroking.I think I gasped, that time.... I began wondering who was I. Joan looked at us and said, "That looked like fun." I answered, "It was fun. It looked like you and Jim had a good time." Jim and I switched chairs so that he was sitting with Joan and I was sitting with Jane. Both of us started rubbing our partners legs. Carol and Betty smirked at us. Carol said, "If there's a party, Betty and I are coming." We all sat there in comfortable stillness. I ordered another round of martinis for the table. The Thong Song came on. All the women at our table got up to. “Because most of them probably have little dicks, maybe even dicklets, not manly cocks. They certainly have what some call... ‘small dick energy’ to them. Overcompensating, sanctimonious pricks, at least from what I have seen of your pop culture and television, not to mention social media. Just my impression as an outsider, a foreigner, if you will. None of our priests, Catholic or Protestant, are even half that pompous,” Fleur told me as she lubed up my cock and her asshole.“You want anal,. It felt so good! Carla liked this. She liked having him on top of her. She adored the way his cock teased her cunt. She moved her hips in invitation. Bert raised himself, grasped his cock, and guided it into her. God, she felt heavenly! Her legs locked behind his and again he lay down on her. ‘Damn, it’s wonderful being in you!’ he said. Then, holding her against him, he rolled on his side. Joined, they lay face-to-face, their bodies moving languidly, inducing soft, gentle waves of sweetness.