I can feel my cum dripping off my hand.I heard a noise to see some guy standing at the door watching me. I looked over to see him jerking his rod. I... turned back to my thinking/fucking and licked my hand. As I was taking care of myself, I felt his hands on my ass, then a quick slap across my right cheek.I moved my ass to grind against his dick. I could feel him getting harder as I was asking him to fuck my ass. He said yes and grabbed for one of the packets of lube I had laying on my bed. . But she walked straight up to me and said ‘Where’s my hug?’ She actually said that like it was the most natural thing in the world, so of course I hugged her. And it was amazing, I heard her sigh, or I felt it. It seemed like she relaxed in my arms, like she knew me and wasn’t scared. Again, I held very still, trying not to ruin it by seeming to cop a feel or anything weird like that. I would have stayed in that position for days, but she released the hug and looked me straight in the face and. He read it slowly, frowned.I lowered my voice, time for a little melodrama: "I think maybe..."He cut me off."A good guess," he said. "I'll show you, if you're interested, some stuffthat makes it a very good guess. But Gentry's still alive. No question."I nearly slipped, got too intense. I took a sip of wine I really didn'tneed, leaned back and waited."Gentry picked up his car today, from Norfolk impound." he said. He smileda second at me. "I guess you were a day or two ahead of me." You know. "Sure, honey. I don't see why not? Looks like she's showing you just about everything now... Go for it! Ask her." Humor him.The wife was walking away, adjusting her bathing suit top which held nothing compared to Sheila's bountiful gift(s). The husband mumbled, "I just might do that!" Like he'd just discovered America, he was on his way to the beer cooler.He was snoozing on one of the pool loungers about three beers into the party. His wife was across the pool with Janey Anderson and her.