There were various poses. The next photo showed Susan with the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, and the top of her nightgown slipping down ...with her cleavage on view. Then the next photos were Susan topless wearing a G-string.My cock was hard. Bill commented very matter-of-factly, "Susan has a great body. Her natural firm breasts are very exotic. I hope you like these, John. They are very tasteful."I just nodded my head and didn't respond. There had to be twenty or more photos of. She whimpered, her hips shaking as her hot, pink flesh engulfed more and more of me. That silky delight slid around my shaft, embracing me in wet heat. I moaned, my throbbing tip drinking in the pleasure. My own cunt reveled in the heat flowing down my shaft, my juices flowing and soaking my bush.“Damn,” I moaned as I bottomed out in her, savoring her delight.“President Futa!” she moaned, her snatch clenching down around my cock. “That is so good.”I smiled at her as she wiggled her hips, her. “Now, now,” she said, stopping my hand with her own, “whoever said you could do that. We’ll just play, ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you ours’, is that a deal?”I just nodded like a lust-struck fool, as I felt my cock starting to solidify down my trouser leg. She pulled open a door beside us, which I hadn’t seen in the hour I’d stood there, revealing a little service area; with space for a trolley, or maybe four people.Jackie put a finger to her lips, gesturing me to be quiet and pushed me in. We were going to get more or less straight down to some sexual encounters so I needed to be dressed with clothes that made me ‘easily accessible’. When Saturday evening arrived, I could see a couple of cars pulling into Paul and Jane’s driveway as I finished getting dressed. I just put on a loose pair of slacks and a light shirt. I didn’t bother with shorts as I guessed from Jane’s comments that they would only be seen as a hindrance and, grabbing a bottle of scotch and a bottle of brandy, I.