I backed off not to scare them and I went to get George and Jim and the rest of the guys and showed them what was happening. We then went back to the ...poker table and I asked them if they remembered what my wife's dream was. They of course did. So I asked them if they wanted to help her fulfill it and they did. While we pretended to be playing we kept an eye on the action outside and as things looked like they were heating up it looked like a good time to go join them. So all us guys went. They continued to kiss each other passionately and uninhibited. Lips collided wildly and tongues twisted into each other while they explored every part of each other, making their desire grow. Liz grabbed his hard length and stroked the tip over her wet cunt. ‘I want you,’ he said hotly. ‘Let me love you.’ ‘Take me,’ she said breathlessly. Liz kissed him again as he grabbed his prick and fazed himself into her tight cunt. Michael grabbed her hips as he slowly went deeper, letting her enjoy his. Aron had an idiotic grin on his face, too spent to care, apparently.“What did you think would happen?” Aron laughed, just to add insult to injury.“You could have said something!” Carter continued to try hard to clean his face, only managing to rub the thing more into his skin.“You always say that facials are the best treatment for perfect skin,” Aron added, as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.Carter tried to throw the guy a murderous look. By how Aron’s grin spread wider, his laser gaze was. Until I realized that she was crying."Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all okay."Charlotte looked up from my chest and I had to force myself not to laugh. Her crying into my filthy t-shirt had transferred some of the soot onto her face, and her hair was everywhere. The result was comical– but she was still beautiful."It's not okay!" she sobbed. "You have always been a friend to me, and I've been such a bitch to you. I just ... I don't know what.