"Everyone groaned a little at that. Especially Jay, whowas pumping sperm down Patrick's throat just at thatmoment.The pantyboys and I recovered our co...posure a bit andgot back in our chairs to look at the pictures ofKevin's wedding.BOR-ING.I mean, all those pretty creampuffs eager to suck mycock and I was going to have to watch some slide showof a boy marrying a man.Once again that day, I was very wrong.It was more than a slide show. It was set up on aPowerPoint projector and was narrated by. Then she answered my original question."I guess they left about an hour ago. I've just been sitting here." Wow. I must have been tired. I didn't hear any of that. What time is it?" Probably around nine or so. I don't even know."The first thing I did was go for a pee. The boys in the camp had a little spot in the thicket a short ways, where we'd all be relieving ourselves. The girls shared a little porta potty thing which was really little more than a wide, round bucket with a toilet seat on top. " Thanks, John," came Ms. Anderson's voice from a distance. "Just let herin, I'll be there in a second." Come in," he invited Cecilia with a smile. "Sorry, just on my way out."He slipped by her with a briefcase, car keys in hand, and closed thedoor behind him.Ms. Anderson emerged from the bedroom in a short black see-throughnegligee, her hair tousled as if she had just enjoyed a morning fuck."Looks like you passed," she grinned. "I don't think John even noticedyou. Follow me, I'm just about to. Shall I start?” In the fifteen minutes it took the plane to get to cruising altitude and more champagne to be served, Laura told Dan how ritualistic it felt to walk naked between the two women to bedchamber. When they each lit one of the phallic candles it began; tonight Laura would be sexual offering to gods of lesbian sex. “I guess I should say Goddess of Lesbos, but that is so trite to be corny.” “Artsy led since she had been to Mrs. Patron’s home before and knew where we were going. LF.