He had a projector!Ron headed to the kitchen and I heard the clink of dishes. I remembered he had talked about tea the first time we had met, which wa...s a British thing. “Oh, Ron, you don’t have to...”“Nonsense!” he said as he came back into the living room, a tray in his hands. “I always keep m’self ready for a cuppa in case friends drop by.”As he put the tray down I considered Ron. He seemed like a nice guy, certainly friendly, and other than Monday, who lived a few miles away, I didn’t have. I said,"stunned" She asked if my wife was awake or if she'd wake up and I said "only if a bomb goes off" She said she didn't feel right fucking the next door neighbor but said it was ok to play. She told me to sit back and enjoy. She handed me a pair of her panties and said she'd noticed I enjoy panties. She must have seen me on the few occasions I wore panties while outside. She laid back and just started rubbing every area of her body. Noticing that her panties were somewhat wet, I slowly. Gary was shocked to see Charlotte’s glistening pussy lips as she uncrossed her legs to give Mike greater access.By this time Charlotte had lost all interest in either John or Gary. Mike’s thick fingers had Charlotte’s slaver all over them as they slid over her soaking folds.Charlotte lay back in her seat with her eyes closed as she savoured the feelings created by Mike’s fingers. Gary was transfixed by the wanton display in front of him, while John was slightly uncomfortable at the speed things. It was only slightly bigger than a normal bedroom. The walls were cream-colored, the queen-sized bed covered with a thick comforter with thin blue and white strips. Rows of pillows bunched at the head and I wondered how many girls had laid there. How much spunk he’d spilled for them and if he thought he loved any of them.Doesn’t matter, Lane.Water pounded into a tub to the right. I followed the sound to the bright doorway. White subway tile gleamed over the biggest tub I’d ever seen. .