“It would be fun, though.”We broke out our short skirts, with Heather going all out, wearing the outfit that Sandy bought her “to allow Dad acce...ss to her goodies ... you know, in case of emergency.” She opted to button the bottom button of the shirt [see Chapter 41]. While Heather’s outfit was the most revealing, none of us wore panties or bras and all of the outfits were risqué.When we got to the living room, I said, “Let’s take the couch slip covers for the benches to protect our bare. Having our two children had left her small breasts much larger and made her nipples so sensitive that she sometimes came just from my sucking on them.The grad student joined my wife and her female writer friends as they made the rounds of the various cocktail parties, and she started to think that he was actually hitting on her. After they’d gotten quite drunk, he’d pulled her over into a corner and asked if he could kiss her and she said okay. Then they made out hot and heavy as he pressed. I wiggled my toes in glorious satisfaction and closed my eyes to recover.Through my haze, I could hear all three women whispering to each other and grinned like a silly asshole. There you go. Now you know. More than enough to go around."Oh my God," gasped Angie, "That was ridiculous!" I can't believe he produced so much of his stuff!" nodded Ruth who was still licking her lips, "I just love the taste of his spunk!"At the bottom of the bed, Sharon had knelt up to look down at me as I lay there. She wore that typical Indian dress, the Sari, in a bright red with yellow embroidery and a teal coloured Choli underneath that stretched wide to contain what seemed to be a nice, full, busty set of breasts, showing equally tanned skin through her sides and what little it revealed of her figure was nice and soft and curvy. “Okay, Miss Nadeem?” I said, waiting for her to nod to confirm her name. “You live here with your kids?”She nodded again. “Two kids,” she said.“Is there a Mr. Nadeem?” I.