And I had to admit that part of my attraction to Bob was because he was Peg's husband so I wasn't totally innocent of malice. Moreover, and most impor...antly, Steve said he wasn't going to the party if I wasn't invited. That made me feel good – and he took me to bed that night. That made me feel even better, although Steve, much as I adored him, was not a great lover. His interest was more on quantity than quality. And, I later fucked Bob again I hope Peg knew.My experiences with group sex. Now, Jane was scared, she knew when they went up these stairs that things were going to happen, but now, her best friend’s mother, standing in front of her held by her boyfriend, standing there in her bra, Oh wow, what... “Jane, isn’t that a pretty bra, doesn’t Maur have pretty boobs?” Jane slowly nodded. “Oh come on Jane speak up, Maur’s our hostess tell her how nice she looks.”Maur for her part was embarrassed to be exposed, to be displayed like this, but then it also was a turn on, she. CiCi complied with the order. Boston began moaning almost instantaneously. “Goddamn. Ain’t nobody never sucked it like that befoe,” Boston divulge. “Suck that muthafucka.”Boston continued sipping on his Canadian whiskey as CiCi exercised his neck.“That ass tight,” Boston asked.“Yeh thir,” CiCi grunted with a mouthful of Boston’s ten inch dick.“Aiight then. I’ma fuck you good. Toot that ass up.”CiCi stood up and led Boston to the staircase. When they entered the master bedroom, CiCi dropped his. “Well Rita she likes your big titties, you think she maybe wants to play some with them?” My dad said, an evil look in his eyes. “Go ahead girl, touch them”. I reached out my hand, knowing I had no option, that to disobey him would be worse. “That’s it girl, use both hands, squeeze them good and hard”. I began kneeding Rita’s breast, feeling the hard nipples harden more in my small hands. By this time my dad had his cock in his hands and was stroking himself, his eyes never leaving Rita’s.