We should all go as collectively deep into debt as humanly possible. Four years from now we all need to be buried in debt. Four years and three months...from now, there will be no one left to collect it."The silence that followed that pronouncement lasted only a good long minute, and then was broken by a giggle from Mrs. Argus. Soon there was a second, and a third, and most of the room was laughing thirty seconds later. Just as the laughter began to die, Mrs. Argus spoke up."Oh honey!" she. She had grown up in Tel Aviv and was the second daughter of an air force officer.It was a leisurely meal, and by the time we moved to clear the plates, we were like old friends, and their nudity was no big deal.Returning to my room, I shed my robe and lay back on my bed. My mind filled with images of my new friends as my hand trailed across my belly to allow my fingers access to my aching cunt. I slowly parted my swollen lips and felt immediate wetness. Moving my fingers to my face, I inhaled. The party was setup at a local hotel. Fortunately, the party was on a Saturday night that I was free because my wife had plans to visit an old college friend that weekend. I emailed the host that I was planning to be there. He responded with an email that said the count was up to 27 men. He also attached some pictures of his wife. She was truly great looking.The night of the bukkake the husband emailed us with the room number. The email said that we should all come there at 8:00. It was only. I see it’s true.”“Just tell me where you want to go Bitch where I can get you out of my life once and for all.”“I really don’t know, but I know I need something to wear.”I didn’t have anything of hers left at the house, so decided to drive over to Xtacy and buy something slutty there.“Why are you stopping here? I can’t go in there.”“Just wait, and I will bring you something that fits you.” She glared at me when I said that, but went in and immediately was spotted by Craig... “Hey lover boy, you.