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Written: 10 December 2018

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Christmas Party

by Isabella

Christmas Party by Isabella

Story Codes: M/F, M/f, Mutual Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

We all knew about 'Stage Door Johnnies', I didn't think that I'd ever get one but I did. I was acting in an amateur dramatics production, an original play written and directed by my grandfather. He'd written an imagining of the early life of Christine Keeler and how the Russians recruited a young English woman to work for them as a prostitute, guiding her into bed with important business men and politicians to record their pillow talk.

I'd just taken my final curtain call; tonight's show was so good that I'd taken five curtain calls and the audience still wanted more. I stepped out into the wings to be met by Paul Gamble, the stage doorman, "Sarah, Johnny is waiting for you at the door!"

I thanked Paul and ran straight for the stage door, I was confused, my mother was going to pick me up after the show this evening as my grandfather had to entertain a few 'Angles', businessmen who often put cash into theatrical productions in the hope that they would flop, the bigger the flop, the more tax they got back from the taxman.

I opened the stage door expecting to see my father standing there but instead there was a man in his late thirties holding a large spray of flowers, a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne. It took me a few seconds to realise that Paul gamble had meant 'A stage door Johnnie rather than my father, Johnny Clarke.

There was an awkward moment; I didn't really know how to respond to an ardent fan, I was new to acting...well, new to acting an adult role. I took the flowers and the chocolate and thanked the man, he offered me the champagne, "Thanks for the offer but I'm too young for alcohol."

He was actually taken aback...I'd heard the term before but had never actually seen anyone who was actually taken aback before. It looked like I'd slapped his face, he stammered, "How old are you?"

"Fifteen...well, fifteen and a half actually."

He looked genuinely shocked; he was looking me up and down, from my pixy boots with their five inch spike heels, up the legs of my all encompassing flesh coloured body stocking, over the black 'G-string' panties and black lace bra to the velvet choker that was hiding the neck line of my body stocking.

He was spluttering an apology when my mother rounded the corner. I handed her the flowers and chocolates and ran back into the back stage area to get changed and as I ran I heard my mother telling the man that I was too young for alcohol but she wasn't and she took the champagne off of him.

I'd rushed to the theatre after school and so I only had my school uniform to change into. When I left the theatre in my school uniform with my satchel over my shoulder he looked even more shocked than when I'd told him that I was only fifteen years old. I'd expected him to cut and run as soon as my mother turned up, he did after all have designs on my little body before he found out that I was only fifteen years old but instead, he'd just stood outside the theatre talking to my mother.

I ran down the steps just as my mother was saying, "Okay, but make sure that you have her home by midnight..."

Mum turned to see me running down the steps, "Hi darling, your grandfather says that you killed it tonight and this is Greg, he'd like to take you to dinner, I've told him to have you home by midnight and no alcohol. You'd better let me take your school bag and blazer, don't want anyone calling the police do we?"

My head was in a spin, I'd been in such a rush to get changed that I hadn't bothered to remove my makeup, I hadn't bothered to put my school bra on under my blouse either...I had planned to go straight home with my mother and jump into a hot shower as soon as I got there. I slipped my satchel off of my shoulder and took my mauve blazer off and handed them to my mother. As it was high summer, I'd worn a very thin blouse, fortunately it had patch pockets that hid the dark circles of my areola but you could see the shape, the full roundness of my breasts through the blouse...could see that I wasn't wearing a bra under it.

Greg looked shocked all over again, I looked down to see just how much he could see through the thin nylon but before I got that far, I saw his trousers move, he had started to grow in the trouser area, seeing the movement had stopped me in my tracks. My mother touched under my chin with her fingertips, lifting my head, "You look very beautiful darling...killer performance and now you look killer for your date..." Her fingers dropped from my chin and she unfastened the second button down from the neck of my blouse, "...perfect."

Greg offered me his arm; I slipped my right hand into the crook behind his elbow and we walked from the back of the theatre towards the local restaurant.

My grandfather was already in the restaurant with four businessmen talking business; all eyes followed me and Greg to a discrete table for two at the back of the restaurant. I was giddy from the evening...giddy from my success on stage, giddy from the five curtain calls, giddy from my first ever 'Stage door Johnny' and even more giddy from my first ever 'Adult date' with a man...a man more than twice my age.

Greg made small talk, he worked hard to entertain me and offered me anything that I wanted. At eleven thirty we left the restaurant, left my grandfather and his 'Angles' still talking money. Greg had a car, nothing flash; nothing sporty...I'd describe it as a solid family car. I was driven home and Greg pulled to a halt just in front of the driveway to my house. I leaned over and kissed him, thanked him for the lovely meal.

After our lips parted Greg looked towards my house, "Ooops, who's that looking out of the window?"

"That's my father."

"Shit...sorry...will you be in trouble for my kissing you like that?"

I smiled, "I don't think so, I'm spending the next few nights kissing a dozen men on stage and simulating sex in front of eight hundred people...not forgetting, twice on Saturday and Sunday."

Greg insisted on walking me to the door. My dad opened the door before we reached it and Greg offered my father his hand to introduce himself. My father insisted on Greg having a cup of coffee with him. I had school in the morning so I had to run for my shower and get off to bed.

I was only ten minutes in the shower, another five to dry myself and I slipped my nighty on over my head as I ran down to kiss my mother and father good night. I'd expected Greg to be long gone but he was sitting in the living room talking to my mother and father over a mug of coffee.

If I'd have realised that Greg was still there I would have pulled my dressing gown on top of my nighty as you could see everything through it, nothing that my mother and father hadn't seen a million times before. I kissed my mother, kissed my father, as I kissed his cheek he patted my bottom and whispered, "Don't forget Greg!" into my ear.

I leaned over Greg, I didn't aim my kiss for his cheek, I aimed for his lips and it wasn't the quick peck that I'd given my mother and father, it was a long lingering kiss and as I kissed him, Greg's hand slipped onto the back of my leg and he stroked up to the height of my nighty's hem before patting me the way my father had done on my bottom.

I ran up to bed, leaving Greg talking to my mum and dad. I went straight to sleep, it had been a very long and exciting day for me and I was going to have to do it all over again on Friday. I'd also need to go through the hoops at school because I hadn't had the chance to do any homework. If I'd been performing in a professional company I would have been given a tutor to work my school stuff with, just four hours a day and no homework but the drawback of a professional play would have been the number of hours that I would have been allowed to work in any forty eight hour period. And I would have been six months too young to take a part with simulated sex in it.

School was hell on Friday, I was given punishments and de-merits in almost every class for missing my homework assignments and because I was falling asleep in most of the classes. My grandfather picked me up from school to take me to the theatre to get ready for my third performance of the week. On the drive over to Wellingborough we talked about Greg, my grandfather was impressed by the fact that I'd picked up a follower on my first starring performance and he was even more impressed that my father was happy that Greg had taken me to dinner after the show.

"I thought that my dad would flip his lid when Greg walked me to the door like that."

"No, that Greg bloke pulled a master stroke walking you to the door and then drinking coffee with your mum and dad the way he did, impressed the hell out of your dad.

I did my hooker makeup and pulled my body stocking on, my grandfather walked in at that point, the body stocking was less impressive close up than under the stage lighting. I also needed my pixy boots to hide the hem around my ankles and I needed my choker to hide the neckline.

"You're starting to show through down there baby."

I looked at myself in the mirror, he was right; there was a rust haze of a triangle showing through the thin nylon material of my body stocking, "Gosh, these things were much easier to wear when my hair was blond; it's a pain in the arse now that I'm turning ginger."

"Put the 'G-string' on; let me see how much shows above them."

I stepped into the 'G-string' and settled them into place.

"It isn't too bad, won't be too bad from a distance but you're going to have to do something about it before the matinee tomorrow."

I nodded my head and pulled my bra on, I had to set the straps of my bra very precisely so that the armholes of my body stocking were totally hidden from view. To the audience I looked almost naked for the whole show and for the sex scene, when I took my knickers off, the audience really thought that they could see my naked pussy...well, it was a very close thing, the only thing separating my cunny from eight hundred people was a micron thickness of nylon. My body stocking couldn't even have the double gusset that body stockings usually came with because my grandfather needed the illusion that I was naked apart from my bra.

I had a skirt and blouse on top of my hooker uniform for the start of act one, the curtain lifted on me and a Russian secret service man drinking coffee, he was sitting at a table, I was standing, centre stage, looking out into the audience.

The curtains opened, I was so close that they brushed against my body as they opened. I got a bit of a shock when I looked out into the auditorium, the first two nights the nearest customer was almost ten feet from the stage but tonight, the third night of my performance, my grandfather had added row 'AA' in front of the proper row 'A', the new front row was now so close that I wish I had deforested before the show.

Front and centre of row 'AA' was the grinning face of Greg, my own personal 'Stage door Johnny' and to his right were the five businessmen that had dined with my grandfather the night before but the fact that the other fifteen or so seats were all full as well showed that the show was a sell out...so much so that there were people on a waiting list for returned tickets.

"If you don't agree to work for us your father will be executed for drug smuggling!"

The voice from behind me jolted me back to what I was doing, standing looking wistfully out into the distance while in a KGB prison.

"My father isn't a drug smuggler, he's a doctor, he travelled to Russia to help the poorest people to get well...you bastards must have planted these drugs on him!"

"I'm giving you an opportunity to save your father's life, he has already been found guilty of trying to bring twenty kilos of class A drugs into my country, his execution is scheduled for six o'clock tomorrow morning. It is your choice now, I can let you see your father for thirty minutes...it's up to you whether you say goodbye to your father or give him the good news that you've managed to have his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment."

"Your country is desperate for doctors, are you really willing to risk the lives of countless Russian peasants just to get me to work for you as a whore?"

"Peasants aren't my concern, recruiting women for my honey trap is. If you agree to work for us your father will be allowed out of prison to move around the gulag freely, treat the peasants or not, that will be his choice. You will be housed in a Kensington penthouse, all the food and drink you could possibly need and if you do well, your father will be free to return to England in ten years time."

"Ten years time...why ten years?"

"Because by the time you're twenty five your usefulness to us will be over...British government ministers are only interested in young girls, not old hags...so, strip, let me see what I'm getting for all my trouble."

I did a slow striptease without music, my back to the audience for the most part. I took the 'G-string' off with my back to the audience and as I reached around my back to unfasten my bra, I faced the audience, there was a little gasp, Greg had a massive grin on his face and other men in the audience were struggling to get themselves comfortable in their lower trouser area. There had been a lot of discussion around this part of act one, my grandfather had wanted me to take my bra off first...that was the way girls did it in the nineteen fifties and sixties but I pointed out that if I took my bra off first then people would see the armholes of my body stocking for the minute or so that it took for me to take my knickers off.

Even though girls taking their knickers off first was an internet generational thing we did it my way. I would turn to face the audience in full light, I'd unfasten my bra and as I pulled the shoulder straps off the stage lights would go off, leaving me lit by the follow-spot and as the bra dropped, the iris on the follow-spot would close and follow my bra to the floor and the curtains would then close on me.

The first half of the show, four acts where I picked up and had sex with three different government ministers in front of over eight hundred people I kept seeing Greg's face in my mind as I was performing with the three men and I'd put far more effort into my act because of it. At the interval my grandfather came to my dressing room, told me to put a robe on over my body stocking and join him in the foyer.

Greg was waiting for me, he had a pint of full fat milk, a glass and a packet of chocolate chip cookies, "Your mother told me that you'd prefer this to chocolates and flowers."

"It is my 'go-to' snack but I'm sorry, I can't chat at the moment, my grandfather wants me to meet some potential backers for his next production."

"That's okay, I know how these things work but before you go, will you come to dinner with me again tonight?"

"I'll have to ring my mother to see if she's okay with it, save her coming all this way for nothing."

"I'll ring her, I have her number!"

I was just walking away but stopped, "Why do you have my mother's phone number?"

"She made me programme it into my phone yesterday while we were waiting for you...I think she thought I was closer to eighteen than thirty-eight, I had to promise to ring her if I ran out of petrol, had a puncture or any other reason for not meeting your curfew."

I nodded my head, fixed my best plastic smile on my face and joined my grandfather at the table with five businessmen. It was called pressing the flesh...I was shaking hands with men older than my father but I knew very well that the flesh that they would rather press wasn't their right hand in mine, they wanted to press their cocks into my cunt. Martin Pole turned up, he whispered an apology to me, there was a red tint to his face. Martin sat opposite me and started shaking hands with the businessmen. We'd done seven dress (or should that be undressed) rehearsals in the previous few weeks and two performances already and in all that time Martin had remained flaccid until tonight. All the men were congratulating us on the realism of our acting, I thought, 'If only they knew!'

Martin was playing the character that in real life would have been John Profumo the Minister of War for the British government, Martin was fifty years old and playing a man who was forty-eight years old, so good casting while I was playing a nineteen year old aspiring model. Because I'd been so turned on tonight, Martin had developed an erection at the critical moment and ended up almost puncturing the gusset of my body stocking so there was added realism tonight.

I returned to my dressing room to get ready for the start of act six, the start of the second half of the play to find chocolates and flowers that had been delivered to the stage door for me. All kinds of alcohol had also been delivered for me as well but the alcohol had been diverted to my grandfather to share out around the other actors, all I got of those gifts were the cards that came with the gifts and a note of what the gift was so that I could send out thank you notes to my fans.

At the end of the show we got eight curtain calls. I dressed in my school uniform again and met Greg at the stage door. We walked to his car first, had a little kiss and a cuddle before leaving my chocolates and flowers in the back of Greg's car along with my school blazer. I had actually put my bra on under my blouse because I knew that I'd be going to a meal with Greg on my way home.

We sat at the same table as the previous evening but tonight there was more hand holding and Greg was more relaxed because he'd met my parents and knew that they didn't disapprove of him taking me out.

I turned down the offer of a sweet after my dinner and over a cup of coffee Greg asked me if I would like to accompany him to his clubs Christmas dinner."

"If it's anything after the tenth of December, I'll be performing in my grandfather's Christmas show so I won't be able to go."

"What are you doing next Saturday?"

"I'll probably be in a darkened room trying to get over this show."

"Well, wouldn't you rather come with me to my club's Christmas dinner than sitting in a darkened room?"

"Next Saturday will be the twenty-third of June, a bit far away from Christmas isn't it?"

"The thing is, the members of my club usually go away to find the sunshine in December so we always have our Christmas party in June, as close to the twenty-fifth as possible."

Greg stopped on the way to my house and we had a long smooch session before he finished the drive to my house. Greg walked me to the door again and once again, my father invited Greg in for a coffee. I went into the kitchen to help my mother; I didn't have school tomorrow because it was a Saturday so I didn't need to go straight to bed as soon as I got home.

Mum closed the kitchen door and put the kettle on to make the coffee, "Your father and I have been talking about things, in six months time you'll be old enough to marry if you want to or start having babies...so, We've decided to let you have a boy stay the night with you in your bedroom whenever you want to...so long as it isn't a school night."

"And by boyfriend...you mean Greg?"

"The boy will be your choice darling but I'll make no secret of the fact that me and your father both really like Greg."

"But he's three times my age."

"You've enjoyed your two dates with him haven't you?"

"Yes, he's a great bloke but I'm not sure that he's a forever kind of boyfriend."

"No boy is darling; you just have to take your pleasure, wherever and whenever you can."

"Greg's invited me to a party next Saturday."

"You should go, it'll be something to look forward to when the show ends, it's always a bit of a downer for a few days after a show as exciting as this one comes to an end."

We sat and drank, my parents and Greg drank coffee and I drank milk. When Greg decided it was time to go home, I walked with him to the front door, we kissed and Greg opened the front door, I closed it before he went through it, I whispered, "Do you want to stay the night?"

He whispered back, "What, behind your parent's back?"

I opened the door to the living room, "Mum...dad, can Greg stay the night please?"

"Yes darling but don't stay up too late talking, you have a matinee and an evening performance to do tomorrow."

I looked at Greg, "You want to?"

He nodded his head and gave me a stupid grin.

I closed the living room door and stopped, "Erm...I'm not sure if I want to go all the way tonight...is it okay if we just sleep together with no promises?"

The grin fell away but he still nodded his head, "Whatever you want darling?"

I led the way up to my bedroom and we both stripped off and climbed into bed together. We did a lot of kissing and cuddling, I let him explore my body with his hands and I did the same for him.

"Would you like me to get you off before we go to sleep?"

I was suspicious, "How?"

"I can just massage your clitoris and labia; I can give you an orgasm without inserting my fingers in you if you prefer it that way?"

"That would be nice...would you like me to help you as well?"

"How would you like to help me?"

"I could use my hand, my mouth or..." I paused and thought about it for a moment, "...If you promise not to try and push your cock in me, you could use my inner thighs."

We had thirty minutes giving each other pleasure, I rubbed his cock with my hand and I used my mouth on his cock and then I laid on my back with my legs closed and Greg climbed on top of me. Greg used me the way I'd suggested but he added a variation of his own, instead of just using the soft flesh between my thighs, he rubbed his cock higher, using that small gap, right at the top of my thighs as well as my labia to get himself off...I orgasmed at the same moment that he spurted.

We slept for the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.

The rest of the week was a whirlwind of romance and performances. Greg was collecting me from school so we could have a kiss and a cuddle on the way to the theatre and he would take me home after every show so we could kiss and cuddle on our way home again. When my parents realised that Greg and I weren't fucking all night long they said that Greg could stop at out house during the week and that I could stay at his house at the weekend if I wanted to.

On Saturday morning I asked Greg what the dress code was for the party.

"It's the widest you could imagine, some guests will be in fancy dress, some will be in formal wear, I'd love it if you wore a sexy cocktail dress or something like that."

I mentioned it to my mother, she dragged me to her bedroom, she had 'Naughty Mrs Claus' play suit, the neck was peasant style, it opened around the outside of the shoulders, white fake fur trimmed and red velvet dress with more white fur around the bottom hem.

"I wouldn't be able to wear a bra under that mum!"

"It's a playsuit...no bra or knickers are kind of expected."

"You mean it's something that you would only wear in the bedroom to have sex in?"

She nodded her head.

"And you think it would be okay for me to wear it to Greg's posh London club?"

"I think Greg would love it...if you don't like the idea of going commando, you can borrow my Santa knickers from my Christmas bikini set."

The bikini bottoms could be worn in a swimming pool but looked exactly like the Santa dress my mother was suggesting that I wear to Greg's party.

Now to be fair, Greg had never mentioned that his club was in London...I'd made that assumption because Greg was a business man who worked in London and London business men often had clubs in London where they made business deals and networked with other business men.

I was dressed in my mother's naughty Mrs Claus playsuit as well as her Santa bikini bottoms. Greg loved the way I was dressed and we set off to his club. I was surprised that we were heading west rather than south towards London and at the 'M-one' motorway, we turned north rather than south. We drove to the Leicester junction but turned left, away from Leicester for four miles and in the middle of nowhere, at an out of town business park, Greg turned into the driveway as if we were going into the closed industrial park. Greg turned left again, I thought he was driving into a tree but it was a screening hedge that obscured the entrance to the club that Greg was taking me to. Two hundred yards long to a tall steel gateway that Greg had a key to.

We were just entering twilight, just enough light for me to see tennis courts, an outside badminton court and what looked like a boules court. There was a large lawn area in front of the clubhouse and at the edge of the lawn was a rack with croquet mallets and balls with a swimming pool in the distance. It was obvious that Greg's gentleman's club was actually a sporting club way out in the country.

Once in the clubhouse it was kisses all around, Greg kissed every woman in the place and shook every man's hand and I was kissed by everyone, male or female as if they all knew me like old friends. Greg and I sat at a table for six, there were three bottles of wine on our table, one red, one white and the third rosé.

Dress was as eclectic as Greg had mentioned it would be, there were two pixies, an elf, three Santa's and a house elf. There was also a mixture of dinner jackets, tuxedoes and leisure suits. Greg wore slacks, a polo shirt and a Christmas jumper with flashing lights knitted into the front.

The meal was massive, turkey, beef and gammon, stuffing, roast and mashed potatoes and little sausages wrapped in bacon. The vegetables came in separate dishes, peas, roast carrots, roast parsnips, Brussels sprouts and cabbage.

The meal was a very civilised affaire, pleasant talk, humorous conversations, and intelligent banter. But after the meal, there was a reverse raffle. Everyone had been given a raffle ticket and there were three large prizes, all wrapped identically but in different shapes and sizes. The first number called out chose a prize but wasn't allowed to open it. The second number called out could choose any of the three prizes, even the one already won. The raffle went on until the last three tickets were called out and they got to keep the prizes and open them.

Greg went to the toilet and a young woman dressed as a pixy sat in his chair. I remembered kissing her when we came in, most of the women aimed for my cheek when they greeted me, the pixy had landed a kiss square on my lips while Greg was kissing the cheek of another woman and hugging her warmly.

Cindy or Candy jumped into my head, when she introduced herself to me her name was either Cindy or Candy. We made small talk in Greg's absence, when Greg returned he greeted Cindy with a little suspicion, she smiled up at him and vacated his seat. Cindy leaned over Greg and said, "My car needs insuring and the garage roof has sprung a leak...can I leave them with you Greg darling?"

Greg looked nervously at me before nodding his head.

I was about to ask Greg why Cindy had asked him if he would pay for the insurance on her car and fix her leaking roof but was distracted by the dance music...well, not the dance music, people dancing...and it wasn't just that, two of the woman had stripped off before starting to dance, they were totally naked and no one seemed to have even looked in their direction apart from me.

A man at the next table undressed and started dancing with the two naked women.

"Erm, Greg, people are starting to undress!"

Greg looked over his shoulder and then he looked back at me.

"It's okay, the meal is over now, people often undress after the meal has finished."

"Greg...just what sort of club is this?"

I was dreading the answer that it was a sex club...

"This is my naturist club...we're all social naturists here."

Well, that was a relief at least.

"Do you want me to drive you home tonight?"

"We can go to your place if you like."

"I was wondering if we could stay here."

"What, an all night party?"

"Something like that, there's a bedroom at the back and about fifteen caravans, thirty people will sleep in their own caravans and the rest will sleep in the bedroom at the back."

"There's fifty-six people here, are you saying that that twenty-six people will all be sleeping in the same bedroom?"

Greg grinned and nodded his head.

"Why do you want to sleep here?"

"I can have a drink if we're going to sleep here, if you want me to take you home, I can't have a drink."

Even though I wasn't drinking I could see that at a special party like this that Greg would want to have a drink.

"Okay, you can have a drink; we'll sleep here if you like."

Greg leaned over the table and kissed me.

"Thank you darling."

"Why did Cindy tell you that her car insurance was due and ask you to sort it out for her...are you her insurance broker or something?"

"No, I'm her ex-husband and part of the divorce settlement is that I pay for the upkeep of her car and look after the house."

"She looks too young to be an ex-wife...she doesn't look much older than me."

"She's twenty years old."

I knew that Greg was a divorced man but never expected to meet his ex-wife at a party.

There were three hours of drinking and party games, everyone was well drunk by midnight...everyone but me that is. People started wandering off to bed in the back room or in one of the many caravans. Greg and I were dancing when he asked me if I was ready for bed.

We left the main room and walked into the back room, the floor was covered in inflatable mattresses, there were no sleeping bags or bedding, just naked people in the dark copulating on the airbeds. Greg and I stripped off and took one of the beds that was as far away from others as we could manage. We starred kissing and cuddling and Greg whispered, "I'd love to fuck you right now."

I looked around, there were ten couples in bed already and five of them were fucking as we kissed, "I'd like that too."

"Do you think your hymen is intact?"

I shook my head; I took part in a show jumping competition that took care of that for me when I was nine years old, very messy and ruined my beige jodhpurs!"

Cindy stumbled into the bedroom and tripped over an empty bed, she bounced about three feet closer to the bed that Greg and I were lying on. She crawled on her hands and knees over to our bed, her arm wrapped over my shoulder and she rolled me onto my side away from Greg, she gave me a very drunken kiss, "Are you the kind of girl that's jealous of her boyfriend screwing other women?"

I was shocked, my jaw dropped, I hadn't actually gone all the way with Greg yet and here was his ex-wife asking me if I minded my boyfriend screwing others.

"Cindy, you're drunk...why don't you go and ask Alan for sex, he came alone tonight."

Cindy rolled over my body, rolled in between Greg and me. I looked over the top of her body at Greg...I would have asked him to take me home but he'd had far too much to drink to be able to drive me home.

Cindy rolled again, now she was on top of Greg and she was trying to get his cock in her cunt, he was fighting her off, I rolled in close to the two of them, "Why don't you just screw her, you can do me tomorrow night in private."

Greg fucked Cindy while I kissed him and Cindy kissed me. At two o'clock we all three fell asleep, I was still a virgin.

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