Her throat felt dry and beads of sweat slid down her skin, making the thin negligee cling tightly. She slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for...a glass of water. The house was dark and through the open curtains of the patio French doors, Jeri could look up and over the backyard fence to the upper story of her neighbor's townhouse. Before getting to the kitchen, she paused and glanced at the lit window of Jahn and Gin's place.Jeri's eyes widened and she ducked back, then slowly stepped. After a few moments, I slid off of his cock and buried my face in the pillow from earlier. I pushed my ass up high into the air, offering it to him. I felt the sofa begin to move slightly as he knelt behind me. He grabbed my hip with one hand and started to stroke his cock up and down my used slit with the other. I turned my head to the side and licked my lips slightly. “Fuck me Santa, I’ve been a naughty girl,” I moaned before moving my head back into the pillow. Holding his cock still, he. Alan was a suited businessman in his mid thirties. Dave and Brian were dressed casually in jeans and Tshirts and both in their mid forties. Jeff and Keith were my age, early fifties and dressed in a shirt and smart trousers. We looked like a bunch of golfing mates who had met up for a quick drink and if anyone had spotted us out and about as a group they would have thought us an unremarkable bunch indeed.As none of us had met each other before, I introduced everyone as best I could and we spent. Monique’s plan was to create a situation wherein the pair of us would couple night and day undisturbed by her cheating husband and my equally lust-driven parent to copulate at every opportunity. It seemed like a fool proof plan to distract me from thoughts of my step sister Susan being impaled by her ex-military new groom with his abusive patterns of behavior that she was seemingly enthralled by beyond simple logic or common sense of any degree. I still found it hard to believe that she would.