“Yes.... but not for food” she smiles while putting the pizza on the floor, and then looking up at me with a seductive smile. My body is getting h...otter, and my pussy is starting to get wet. She slowly pushes me onto my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, and kisses me. Softly at first, and then again with passion. Our tongues are dancing with each others, and she brings a hand up onto my breast, and starts groping them, gently then hard, pinching my nipples slightly. I moan. But she's. Everybody told me I was a saint. Barrett was the silent gentleman. He pulled out my chair whenever we sat, got me punch without me asking, and when we were alone, he would give his opinion to what I said in prior conversations. He actually listened to me. And was I ever impressed that he could dance. He was nimble and light on his feet as he spun, dipped, and twirled me. Compared to him, I probably looked as if I had a spastic colon. When we were alone, sitting at a table once again, the DJ. She smiled at me, then whispered in the Black boy's ear and he jiggled her tit at me. Shifting my attention back to my wife, I guess Jaye's anticipation had her primed because by the time I was oiling her inner thighs, there was juice running from her pussy into a large wet spot on our towel, and her clit and inner labia were pushing out. Now Jamal had the Wife stand up and bend over with her ass facing us, legs spread wide. Jaye did the same, but kept facing them so that she could see. Jamal. All the women in the parade were declared super sluts and the orgy began. Within minutes there was not a stitch of clothing on anyone present. I moved toward Lyn, planning to eat her pussy. She grabbed me by the hand. Not yet Fred. Before you do whatever it is that you are planning to do with me I want to watch the others. I have never watched anyone fucking until now. So, we stood watching Irmeli and Helen in a 69 on a low table. Helen was on her back with Irmeli on top. From the look on.