I said, “Call me Z and meet my sister, Fran.”Fran took the opportunity to give Robert a hug more suitable for a boyfriend. My hug was more like de...r friends hugging. I told Robert, “Sorry if Fran acted improperly. She sometimes gets carried away when she meets a good-looking guy.”“Not a problem. I like nice hugs from sexy ladies. Why don’t we go inside and order dinner?”Fran and I wanted the soup and salad bar. Robert ordered some kind of steak. When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert,. And for that matter as well, Sara were both safe with you.”At that point Tom walked over to me and handed me another scotch with the order to, “Drink this.”I also told him Mindy had told me about her suicide attempt (very pained look on Tom’s face), and what else Julie had told me about both of us being forgiven.After talking this second time for another 30 minutes, both of us just sit there quietly.“Yeah, you’re right Alan, that story is even more amazing” he said.“Since Mindy told you about. "I looked quickly to Jeff and John when she said that, but they both remained silent, smiling at me as I turned red.I had forgotten that. So I asked, "Well, I really want to be with each of you again. But, given the situation, could I get a raincheck until the girls have each had their turn?" Good!" said Debbie. "That means I can screw Jeff's brains out and not have to worry about being sore tomorrow!" she said looking straight into Jeff's eyes."Damn! She is one hot sexy MILF!" I. I, a 19-year-old, stood there, in a room full of adults, while the ladies looked at me with lustful eyes and the men were ogling at my butt-plug.“Sarah, meet, Ron, Daniel, and Robin,” Trudy introduced me to the guys who were sitting in front of me. They were easily in their 30s, maybe mid-30s. I gave them a smile and shook hands with them. Matt brought me a chair and made me sit between Daniel and Robin.As I sat, the butt-plug slid further inside my rectum and my ass cheeks could feel the.