I turned off the light. It was dark in the room. I was lying in my side, I was facing Tina. Tina was on her side, her back facing me. 20 minutes after...we got into bed, I got a little closer to Tina. I was slowly moving over towards her. I felt her nightgown on my penis. Her nightgown was down, but I still felt her butt crack with my dick. My dick was hard. I kept getting closer to her. I was at the point were I cuddle her. She slid closer to me and put my hand over her body onto her breast. I. I'd never seen a body like that before not even in a magazine. It was perfect except for the magic marker writing, and there were more of those.She walked over to me and reaching down slid her soft hand over my very hard cock while she took a drink of her wine."You're not going to cum, are you?" she asked. "There still a lot more I have to tell you."I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, all I could do was watch her walk over to the fan. Facing it, she spread her legs and put her hands behind her. I always fantasied about being fucked by the group of guys wearing nothing but speedos, and that fantasy recently came true when I was invited to this party by a guy I met online. His name was Rob, he was a forty-five years old sales executive. From the photos on his online profile, Rob was hot. He was well built and stocky, tanned with shaved/waxed chest. Speaking to me on Skype, he sounded very confident and like a man in control. He said he had these speedo fuck parties at his house over. It was sort of a lot to takein. Seeing yourself as somebody else, and then seeing that somebodyelse act in ways you never had.All of a sudden they both started talking at once."This is so weird." "God how fucked up is this?"Their eyes finally met. Both faces looked sheepish and confused thoughthese expressions dissolved into grins which in turn opened to let outhearty laughs. It felt really good to hear each other laugh."I have no idea how I'm doing," Brad said, merging onto the highway."Am I.