The man sitting in the water watching his buddy getting a blowjob saw me first. He just smiled and I said "is this an open party or do I need an invit...tion?" The other two looked up at me and the woman never broke her rhythm as it was plain to see she was enjoying it almost as much as he was. The man sitting in the tub rose up and turned toward me. He was not wearing any shorts either and was already hard as a rock from watching the show. He said "no baby, you don't need an invitation, you. Smiling she let her hand across her stomach, watching the water spash off her fingers as she traced the sides of her adominals. Her fingers find their way down to a soft patch of hair between her legs and one slips through it and rubs gently against her clit. Her eyes close again as another sigh excapes. Her finger presses a little harder against the sensitive spot, but still with the intent just to tease. Her eyes open wide as she takes her hand away and moves her head under the shower. I was 19 at the time. One of the guys in my shop 9I will call him Crocket) had a wife named Lois. She was 18 and still in high school. Lois was tall, blond with blue eyes and an absolute fox. She was slim and blessed with 38C breasts. One night we were partying pretty hard and I ended up sleeping on their couch. I woke up and found Lois standing next to me on the couch, just staring at me. She was only wearing a t shirt. I looked up at her and said “What”. She looked down at me and put her. I found an apartment here in the city and tried to begin life anew. It felt as if I died with him and try as I might I couldn’t move on.’ Cynthia touched the orchid, sighing wistfully. ‘Gary bought one like this for me every time we came here for dinner and to dance. He was a wonderful dancer. For a big man he was light on his feet. He always requested the band play ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ so we could slow dance. He loved that song.’ The waiter appeared as if by magic, placing a fresh drink.