The 3 of us engaged in flirtatious conversation. My man getting touchy almost immediately. Drinks were had. Interruptions occurred...there were a few ...ouples interested in her and us. It was getting late. She went to bid us farewell but not before asking us to join her the following evening. We readily agreed.The following night found us in her kitchen. Exchanging flirtatious glances and loaded words. It wasnt long after that when we were in her bedroom. Lounging on her bed, words and drinks. So rich a sound. And to have that thin little note of curiousity, of anticipation, almost silent - easy for the non-trained ear to miss, but so satisfying to one that could. Yes, so different from the other, so many different notes, but equally capable of merging unlikely combinations into a beautiful sound. Perhaps to be played a little less allegro than the other...or....yes, that was it, play it pizacatto to start, then a glissando to something more adagio, yes, that might. "I feel like soaking my ass in the water!" Cissy whispered. "I think he made me bleed!" And you wanted Derek to fuck your asshole," Pam said under her breath. "He'd have split you in half." Hey!" Cissy cried. "He never gave us our hundred dollars! The dirty old man!" Who cares?" Pam said. "We both got a good fuck out of him. I'm just glad he didn't have a heart attack while he was doing us. We'd have had a lot of explaining to do then." Those college guys over there are looking at us," Cissy. Sally bent to Bob and whispered, "What's the matter lover, don't have the control you used too?" Sally, I don't have a rubber on," Bob said quietly through clenched teeth."Sounds like you have a personal problem," she said, forcing her weight down gradually, taking him deep one more time.That's all it took. "Sally, lift up, I can't hold it," Bob said totally panicked."What did you say, Uncle Bob?" Terri asked."Oh God Sally, I cumming," Bob whispered through clenched teeth, beginning to pour his.