On Saturday night there was a reception at the home of the golf course owner. The house was what could be described as a mansion. Although the owner w...as married his wife and family were away on holiday. The reception was a lavish affair with lots of food and drink and a band playing jazz music outside near the patio. A handsome gay man in his early thirties with very effeminate mannerisms had eyed Ken and was making a move to get him in bed. When Terry saw them the gay man had just invited Ken. Is Trina really your best friend? Do you love her, as a friend? What do you think. Do you want to take her virginity? Would you let her, Trina?" I had completely astonished both of them. They hadn't expected this turn of events. But I was serious. I had a strap on in my cabinet now. Little Kirsty could fuck Trina, and I could watch. And we could all enjoy our basement party. I went over and opened the door to the cabinet. There was the strap on, along with all of my other toys. I picked it up. Hers was the tightest pussy I've ever fucked, and god did it feel great."That's my girl, look at you go!" Alex said as Jess straightened up, riding me faster. Tits bouncing up and down, hair flinging about like a head banger in a mosh pit. She started really getting into it, biting her lip, and grinding on my cock in small circular motions. "You like me riding your cock like that?" She asked me, looking deep into my eyes."Fucking love it." Was all I managed to say in response. I rested my hands. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter.