‘Milk, no sugar I seem to recall.’ She giggled like a little girl and pulled the sheets up to her chin. ‘That will do nicely. And a biscuit woul... be nice. I feel unaccountably hungry.’I was hungry too, so instead of a biscuit, I made us a sandwich. It felt strange, wonderfully strange, to sit in my bed beside Julia, both of us naked, drinking tea and eating a cheese sandwich in post-coital bliss. ‘Now,’ I said. ‘I want to hear the whole story. I know about Jasmine, I practically grew up with. ‘LET ME GO, TED, YOU SONOVABITCH!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, HOW DARE YOU…’ He tossed her wriggling body onto the bed [our wedding bed!] and held her down. Ted is a large framed guy. Brad and Carol were laughing and holding me as I struggled and tried to protest through my gag. ‘Take it easy sweetheart…’ But he was laughing as his hands roamed over my wife’s breasts and thighs. ‘Damn Chrissy it’s been a long time, girl…’ He tried to kiss her as he held her arms pinned above her head. ‘OW!!. I had to focus to hear it. I struggled against them, but I the more I did, the heavier the very air seemed to get around us, like the whole living room was a submarine diving into the darkest blue corners of the sea. They assisted me to my couch. They then pushed me onto it, with Anna on my left and Michelle on my right, still holding my arms. The couch felt strange, as if it wasn’t mine at all. It felt more comfortable. Kimberly stood in front of me inspecting my reactions. I tried to get. It would seem sex mad people were more common than I could have dared hope for, or was it just the effect I was having on ordinary people. I'd have to think about that a bit more, but not right now, I had some serious screwing to do.As Lena sat working her way through the garlic bread, I looked her up and down. On the surface there was little that was attractive about her. She was short and fat and not particularly pretty. She had huge tits and her arse was even bigger than mine, but her thighs.