The Only Man at the Dinner Party (Justin Carter Green Erotica (group sex))

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No, that's not happening!" Don shouted from his side of the room. "That's too far. No touching. There has to be some rules or lines that can't be crossed. A lap dance is crossing the line." They're just enjoying themselves – it's only because it's Christmas," she said quietly. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question. Okay, since you are going to make me do this, here goes." I said as I stood up from the small couch where I was sitting in.

Okay, okay. So he was late with a report and I told him if he showed me a picture of Shelly's tits I'd get an extension and give him more time. I was just playing around. It was harmless." Don explained. Man, she is totaling fine with it. Like I said, whatever I want, I get." Don said. "And what do you mean, about coworkers?" Man, not everyone is talking about it. You are the only one talking about it. Don, you have to let it go." I said. She was stood with the two men, holding a drink and chatting away. I moved into a corner to watch them without being seen. As they laughed and chatted away one of them put his hand around her waist and bent to kiss her – on the lips – just for a few seconds. They chatted a bit more – then the other one kissed her. I felt the pangs of jealousy rise up in me and my heart began to race. So it went on – talking, kissing – each kiss seemed a little longer and more intense than the last. But it was their hands that were causing me concern – or rather what they were doing with them.

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We walked through the door and I looked around the room. It was the size of the whole house albeit feeling a bit cosier because of the lower roof. The room was dimly lit and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adapt. When I was finally able to see the details I noticed some people are more than enjoying themselves. I found myself getting very hard and just watching the pair. I thought about helping Rebecca out of the situation, but it didn't seem like she wanted to be helped. I think she had adequately psyched herself up when we had gone to the kitchen earlier.

Sorry man, I'm not seeing her anymore." I told him looking down at the papers on my desk trying to not show much interest in continuing the conversation. After breakfast I took my shower. When I came out of the bathroom Pam was laying on the bed wearing only her panties. When I got onto the bed with her she said, "I know you are upset with me but would you make love to me?" During the next game, Rebecca would jump up and down each time she made a shot, either out of frustration if she missed, or in celebration if she sunk it. Each time she did, the men stared hungrily at her chest. I glanced over and her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. She had still not pulled her shorts down and they looked more like a thong than a pair of athletic shorts.We lost the next game, too. I think Rebecca had made the men focus. They weren't laughing or joking around like they had been the first game. They were trying their best. Rebecca and I weren't great at beer pong, and we were very drunk by this point, so it's no surprise that we lost.