I decided to sit, and join their entranced audience. And so I scanned the room in search of an empty table. "Bar-Telannin!" I turned and saw the Sul...tana herself, seated at a small table, a wine goblet and bottle set before her. I began to bow but she stopped me. "My name is Sela and only Sela. Will you sit with me?" Speechless I took a chair next to her. Someone dropped off another glass and the Sultana filled it. Together we listened until the musicians rose to take their break. "Are you. So we made the drinks and as Linda was mixing a pitcher of cocktails, I stood behind her, holding her hips and slowly grinding my hardening cock against her ass. Thankfully my hardon had gone down by the time we went outside. Later that evening, the crowd had thinned out a lot and Joe was passed out in a chair. Linda suggested that we go back in the house, she said that she wanted to show me something. I followed her, this time down to the basement. In the dim light she lifted her t-shirt. Isabelle was nervous at first about the kiss, not that she was a prude. She had enjoyed several ménage a trios in college, with two men. When she Learned she was her boyfriend’s beard she sought a more sedated relationship. Now at fifty years old she felt that new sexual adventures were beyond her now, who wouldn’t surrounded raw sexuality of nubile young women at school. The routine nature of her maritakl bed didn’t help, Friday nights twice a month so her husband had the weekend to recover. H smiled and said, “perhaps it`s my weekend then, and I will teach you what I know lad.” “Your mum will thank me one-day, and I suspect it will be soon!” she grinned, at his serious face then explained, “Look, my would-be young master, I have been used in many ways, once more will not be too onerous, and my friend here has been used by me hard over the years so I owe her that much… but in exchange, I want you to confirm that you will do for me on the night before I leave, what no other man has.