Hope was on her knees in the middle of the room, naked as the Lord made her, absolutely plastered in jizz, so much it was dripping off her tits. Her...face was a frothy white mess as she serviced 3 black men in a semi circle. My redhead frined Faith was in the middle of a cock sandwich on the couch, with Denny and Bill in her pussy and respectively and they were hammering away at her. The smell of sex, spunk and marijuana permeated the room. Momma was nowhere to be seen but I could hear her. Or... could I? She looked at the empty seats, glanced at me, and stepped in front of the seats, slinging the bag from her shoulder onto the floor of the carriage. Thank you God! She settled into her seat as the train doors slid shut, and the train gently pulled away from the station. I was trying not to stare. Honest! But she was a honey. I glanced as she smoothed what there was of her skirt over her tightly clamped thighs, and glanced again as she raised her shades and rested them up in her. I gave her a copy of a list of about 20 couples who I thought might be interested, with half a dozen couples starred as a) most likely to want to come and b) also most likely to spread the word to others of the excellence of the event.I had written a brief description of each couple together with their background, likes and dislikes (especially sexual ones – many of the women had been my mistresses in former times, so I knew them very intimately).However, I pointed out that we would have to. As we walk away, my wife gives me a knowing look. I wonder what she'sthinking, and then it dawns on me, I can feel my nipples poking hard intothe cups of my bikini top. I'm trying to hide my face flushing. Reallyhoping it's not showing. She could tell that I had been aroused by being50% of a super hot girl bikini sandwich. I wonder what Cynthia would thinkif she knew that her "new friend" was really super into chicks?Back home we are stripping off our sweaty swimsuits when I catch a.