The hosts were Caroline, a friend from Ana’s office and her husband Timothy. I did not meet them many times; but I knew they were nice people…On t...he night of the party I was driving home from another close town, where I had gone on a quick business trip. Ana told me not to hurry; I could go directly to her friends’ house.I got there just before midnight and it was still in good flow. Soon I bumped into Caroline and she told me she had seen my wife dancing a few moments ago.I took a drink but. I said I didn't do it at all. She continued saying she missed me a lot. When she has an orgasm, she will always think of me. I laughed and told her that I miss you too. After eating food She squeezed a cup of orange juice for me. I drank all in one go. After that I walked to my bedroom. I feel tired and sleepy. From then lay down Today I am very sleepy, probably because of tired from traveling. Then I fell asleep until morning For example, on the new day I woke up very late. I slept for 10. She came several times over the course of an hour or so. We were just about to head out when some college boys came in. They were looking for a party, talking a little too loud, maybe had drunk a little too much and were wound up like it was spring break. They saw Kelly and Lori and stopped dead in their tracks.We finally figured out there were six of them. They all kneeled down and were talking to Kelly and Lori. I saw Kelly reaching for a guy’s cock. He finally pulled it out and was the first. “Come-on, Petra, let’s go and have some fun,” Justine said, pulling me back the way we’d come. “Juzzy!” Justine stopped. “What did you call me?” My brain was empty and I had to think about the shape that my mouth had formed. “Juzzy?” “Since when was I ‘Juzzy’?” “I… err.” In my head: that’s where the reality of ‘Mistress Justine’ had softened into the teenage fantasy of ‘Juzzy’ – the kind of girl who had ‘normal’ nuzzly sex, rather than pounding, pornographic sex. “Sometimes I like to.