Just like before we were sitting on the couch and Sandy came and sat next to me. She put her hand on my thigh really close to my pussy. Then she gave ...me a little kiss. I didn't really kiss her back. Sandy then put her hand on the side of my tit and kissed me again. She pulled my straps down my arms & pulled my tits out. She began playing with my nipples, pinching them, rubbing, squeezing my tits.Before I knew it her hand was up my skirt rubbing my clit. I could feel my juices flowing. I leaned. After I stated my name, the group responded, ‘Hi, Lenny!’ in unison. Now fully encouraged, I continued, wanting to get the hardest part out of the way quickly: ‘And I hate cheese!’ A startled gasp drew all attention to the old man whose face pursed into a deep grimace as he spoke: ‘I’m very sorry! We are all accepted here and… uh,… I was just…’ His voice trailed off and he looked towards the man seated closest to him who appeared to reflect the same deep grimace just before he erupted in. This lasted for about a minute when Kim told my wife, “It’s time for some fucking!” Kim had the guy sit on a kitchen chair as she undressed. At least she was going to do the fucking and not my wife. Before Kim could get undressed my wife quickly sat down on his cock. She didn’t move, just sat there moving her hips back and forth. As far as I know, my wife has never cheated on me, but here she was fucking another guy right in front of me. Kim seemed to love it and stood behind my wife massaging. Oh yeah, another thing we did was that Jen insisted on a light good-morning kiss every day. I guess the things a guy has to put up with to keep his girl happy.We celebrated out thirteenth birthday when our folks took us to Disneyland for two days. That was a fun time for all of us. Jen and I had gotten so comfortable with each other that an occasional caress or cuddle felt just like the way things should be. Some of the rides involved us getting to a spot (like the top of the Ferris-wheel).