Ginger retuned the grin and walked over to the sofa, sat down, spread her legs wide open and announced that desert was served. Jerry looked at me and... I motioned for him to go first. His cock jumped as it quickly grew.He knelt in front of her, looked back at me again to make sure I was still okay with it. I nodded approval and watched as Jerry turned gazed at Ginger’s pussy before him. He placed each arm under her thighs with his hands on her butt and lifted her up and closer to him. His. All you feel is excitement and nervousness, as you think about what this could mean...The rest of the week passes by fast, as most of your thoughts are occupied by the upcoming occasion. Sunday night, you get to bed early, so that you're well-rested for what's about to come. Lying in bed and trying to fall asleep, you can't stop thinking about what will await you tomorrow. You remember the night that you put in your application to the FPRC...It was just like any old evening, you were browsing. With their next move, John covered the sightlines while Jack ran his hand up my crossed legs, into my shorts, where he put a finger right on my pussy, pausing to feel the moisture leaking out. Jack held his hand in place while he whispered, "Why not let me in there?" I looked around. We were in a very public place, loud with music and voices, dozens of people milling about. But the lights were dim and the two men had cleverly positioned themselves so I was in a shadowed, private space. Sort of.. "She handed him a woman's panty-girdle and both Linda and she laughed athis expression as he took it between his fingers as if it might bite.With many heartfelt thanks to Peggy, they drove back to the house,Lillian retiring to his bed and Linda to hers, accompanying the sleepingKenton. Lillian was just dropping of into a sleep of exhaustion, when heheard the clubbers return, Jean with her boyfriend Jack and Ruth with hisfather. They were all obviously the worse for wear and making.