“Sure, why not! What about Sharon and the other guest... won't they wonder where all of us went?” I asked. “It's pretty much winding down... I h...ve already asked Sharon and she said to go for it.” Ken said. “Tina and I will hang back and and help Sharon if anyone asks.” My husband added. “OK... where we gonna do it at?” I asked. “We can all slowly ease into the house a couple at a time and meet up in the spare bedroom in the basement.” Ken said. I was the last one to the room. Ken, Sam and two. He kept his tongue inside my mouth and we explored each other violently. But the sensation I was focusing on was that of his shaft touching the crack of my vagina. Why was the sensation much stronger and much exciting this time? The tip of his shaft was running to and fro the canal of my crack. I could feel his rod slide easily the wet canal up and down and I have to bite the tip of Bouncer’s ear because of that strange sensation. I was hugging him very tightly this time and I was already. "Campari and vermouth," I replied.She winced, "A little strong for me. I'll be falling over. I'll have white wine."And our evening began. She quizzed me over my life, work, women. We talked about parents and old friends."I've missed this," she said."Missed what?" Oh you know, sharing a bottle of wine. Relaxed conversation… with a man."I smiled in response and caught the barman's attention for another bottle. We were both relaxed in each other's company. We were positioned at the bar so that her. . you've got a hot bitch in heat on your hands," she said, smiling up at him."How could I ever forget?" Nick laughed. "Now get on your hands and knees!" Ohhh, goody!" she cried as she dropped to her hands and knees obediently.The firm cheeks of her ass wagged up at him in an undeniable invitation for him to begin the dog-style fuck he had promised her. And it was an invitation the boy couldn't refuse any more than he could stop breathing.He eagerly knelt behind her upturned ass, gently stroking.