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Her milking motion brought a pearl of honey lubrication juice welling up on the long slitted opening. Each time the sensuous blonde housewife pumped the heavy foreskin on his prick, another small pearl of honey emerged to perch on the slitted opening. Lisa's pink tongue, slipped from between her red lips, pointed at the slit as she brought her face closer and closer to his cock. "That's it baby, go ahead and suck it all," Bull's said softly.

Her tongue darted into the slippery slit at the head of his cock, into the gooey liquid pooling there, to retract back into her hot mouth with the viscous liquid clinging to her tongue. Savoring the sticky wetness clinging to her tongue, the sensuous blonde wife scraped her teeth over the head of his purple headed spongy prick, letting him feel the edges of her sharp white teeth on his organ, bringing another groan from his lips as his hips moved slightly trying to slide more of his cock into Lisa's questing mouth. "Suck it harder, let me feel your teeth again, and I'll coat your tonsils."

Lisa pulled back, "I don't want you to come in my mouth, I want you to come inside my pussy."

"Just one more quick suck, and then I'll fuck your brains out."

Lisa moved her mouth quickly over the swollen head of his cock, her flickering tongue covering the head, laving the smoothness of his pounding cock with her tongue, applying even more suction to the slitted opening, pulling the slippery juice out of his prick into her mouth. With one more deep penetration, Lisa moved her head slowly, allowing his cock to slip from her questing lips until slick with the excess saliva from her mouth coated his glans and half of the shaft of his oversized organ.

"Would you mind fucking me dog fashion? I'd really like that, and we wouldn't have to get undressed for it."

"Any way you like it, just as long as I get to fuck you."

Lisa moved up off the bed, twirled and flinging her skirt up over her waist, bent over the edge of the bed, watching in the mirror to get just the correct computed angle for the camera, and presented her bare ass and curly tufted cunt to him. Holding to the edge of the bed with her arms, bent over at the waist, her cunt was at the same level as his huge cock.

Bull's trousers sunk down his legs to the floor. Holding and caressing her curved buttocks, Bull moved a step closer until his cock touched her curved, cleft ass. He centered his cock head, slippery with honey and Lisa's to the slitted opening she presented. The sensual feeling of exposing herself to the men in the other room, the blow job she'd given to Harry's black cock, and now the sight and licking of Bull's male organ had lubricated her loins until the juice welled from the tight swollen lips coating even the soft blonde curly pussy hair.

Bull stepped close behind Lisa, his prick nudging at the curved flanks, dipping lower until it centered at the hairy opening she presented with her ass waving slightly. The head of his prick slid into her opening like butter, smoothly sliding inside her belly, the narrow head of his prick an arrow for his root to follow.

He gently pressed his length into her wet cunt as she moaned her pleasure, wriggling her ass to help him insert the entire log deep in her cunt. She put one hand between her legs, groping for his balls, delighted to feel how much of his organ she had captured on the first stroke.

Bull began to long cock her cunt. His prick withdrawing until only the head was nestled between the outer lips of her pussy, then in one long smooth stroke, he slid it back inside. Her busy fingers caressing his testicles, rolling them gently, marveling at the softness of his skin, feeling the stones beneath the smooth outer covering, exploring the root of his cock and discovering almost three inches still left outside her lusty loins.

She began to buck her ass, arching her back lower, presenting a more direct line into her belly for his prick to follow, delighted to feel another inch sink into her streaming cunt, leaving only a couple of inches or less still outside her hot pussy. She bucked back harder feeling another inch as his glans banged into her cunt both deeper and harder, starting a wave of orgasms to ripple her soft belly, and juice to run from her filled cunt and drip onto his balls. "Just ram it all up my pussy. I need it all, right now!"

He withdrew his prick again until his cock just parted the full wet lips of her cunt, bringing a drool of her wet lubricating juice with it, then slammed the vibrant length to the hilt in her pussy, his balls swinging high to bang hard against her crotch. His violent move slammed the head of his prick against her cervix, causing both pain and extreme pleasure at the same time. Each time he slammed home, the pain lessened and the pleasure grew, when her body started the familiar waves of orgasms.

He gripped her hips tightly with both hands, holding her writhing bucking ass as his cock slithered back into her hairy opening. His lunges against her backside slapped his belly against the full curves of her rounded ass, setting off ripples in the flesh that spread almost to the small of her back. His hairy testicles banged against the top of her pussy with each lunge, caressing the smoothness of her thighs then with a gentle slap, tapping her swollen clit.

Her fingers toyed with his testicles, gently brushing as they moved freely in between her spread legs, as she felt them tighten. They pulled up higher to the base of his cock with each thrust. Lisa's panting grew more animated and her quick frenzied movements grew faster as she felt his hard balls swell in her fingers.

Lisa heard Bull snort, his heavy breathing almost stopped as he withdrew his cock until the glans was just outside the tight ring, then his cock thundered full length into her soft belly, holding stationary as she felt him cum. His hose, tightly pressed to her cervix, pulsed and spat his sperm, squirting his sticky juice into her belly, against the deepest part of her pussy.

The gushing juice, stoppered by his cock, filled her cunt, expanding spurt after spurt, into her soft pink vagina. The hot wetness spurting deep within her, caused Lisa extreme pleasure, pressing her curved buttocks tightly against his belly, sinking his spurting cock even deeper so that she could feel the pulsations as the spermy liquid leaped from the slitted opening, into her slippery cunt.

Lisa moaned, feeling the hot gushing creamy juice fill her cavity, marveling at the warmth of his ejection and the sensitive pressure he was putting so deeply inside her writhing belly. The feel of his fire hose shooting intensified her orgasm wildly as she bucked her hunching ass as she slipped her finger over the erect nub of her clit, rubbing it to heighten the effect.

Sated, and softening, Bull could still feel the rhythmic pulsations of her soft curly haired pussy milking his cock as he slowly withdrew and let his prick release from her cunt. Sperm still dribbled from the tip as it shrunk and tightened toward his belly. He wiped the juices from his cock with his hand, squeezing it, root to tip, transferring the juices to her open mouth.

She squatted on the toilet and pee'd while Bull wiped his cock on a towel from the rack. Drying her wet slippery pussy on the toilet paper, she watched Bull drying his prick on the towel, amazed still at the awesome length left, even though he'd climaxed only moments before.

"Bring that thing back over here," Lisa demanded from her throne on the toilet seat. Bull moved to stand in front of her, his cock still not dangling down, but instead hanging over his balls in a curve. Her hand tenderly touched his meaty organ again, her tongue darting out to capture a stray drop of juice that welled suddenly as she squeezed his cock fondly.

"Enough, we must get back," Lisa jumped from the toilet, her skirt falling to cover the shape of her legs as she stood. She unlocked the door to leave and came face to face with Susan, standing just outside the bedroom door. "Oh shit!" thought Lisa, "now the trouble starts." Susan's tiny body sparkled with anger. "And just what do you think you're doing in there with the door locked Bull?"

Susan pushed past Lisa into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. "Don't say anything, Lisa," Susan's voice was tight with anger. "I know he fucked you, I can tell by his sappy look just after he gets screwed. I know you've got a pussy full of his cream and I don't like it one bit. I saw you tonight showing your cunt and tits to all the men, getting them all worked up.

I don't intend to go home to a fucked out cock so I'm going to get my pussy filled with your husband's cream until I drip when I walk, and then you and I are going to kiss and make up."

They walked back into the living room arm in arm. At Bill's look, Lisa made head gesture to the kitchen and left. Bill followed her in a few seconds. "Something go wrong, or did he see the camera? You look all shook up" "Nothing's wrong with your camera, but I just got caught fucking Bull and Susan's pissed off. She says she wants a belly full of your cream. You fuck her silly so she'll be off my back!"

A few minutes later, while talking to Harry, she saw her husband following Susan down the hall. Realizing that there wasn't anything she could do about it except let Bill take care of Susan's needs, she leaned forward a bit to give Harry a little better view of her tits. She squirmed a bit, setting her full globes to quivering, and was rewarded by Harry gulping as he stared at the pink nipple and shadowed opening so blatantly offered to his staring eyes. "You know, Lisa, I'd not want to offend you, but I think you have a case of hot tits and are trying to get them out into the air to cool them off," Harry chuckled.

"I do have hot tits, but I also have a case of very hot pants, too." "Well, how hot are your pants, since from what I could see earlier, you weren't troubled by panties at all. Unless my eyes deceive me, you're bare as it's possible to be bare under that skirt and blouse."

Lisa giggled as her skirt slipped open again, giggling again as Harry's hand slithered between the silken smoothness of her full thighs. Lisa parted her thighs slightly, looking around the room to see if they were being observed, and since nobody seemed to be paying them any attention, she let her thighs relax even more, creating a slim crevasse for Harry's searching hand to caress.

When the bedroom door clicked shut, Susan turned the lock and said to Bill, "Your hot assed wife just got finished fucking my boy friend and the only thing that's going to make up for it, is for me to fuck you. Now get your clothes off mister. I want your naked body!" Susan skinned her dress high over her head, her body clad in a brassiere, panties that just covered her tiny full hips, a garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings.

Bill hadn't seen a woman wear a garter belt except in the fuck movies, for years, delighted by her tiny figure. He watched her reach behind her back to get the catch on her bra, unfastening it to spill her pert tits from the wispy silk covering. Her breasts were full for her slight figure and as she pulled her panties from her tiny flared hips the chestnut brown curly ringlets of her cunt peeked from the vee between her legs. Shirt, trousers and shorts gone, Bill stood by the bed, bare, his cock began to fill and rise from his testicles. Bill lay on the bed, careful to make sure he was positioned correctly for the camera lens, crossing his hands behind his neck, watching her tiny body as she crawled onto the bed.

She grabbed his cock roughly, skinning the foreskin back, pumping him like she was pounding corn in a bowl. Her tight body tensed with effort as her tits quivered with the movement of her hand jerking off his cock. "I wanted to fuck you too, and I am," her voice softer, "I'm about as turned on as your wife was. Let's start fucking!"

Moisture began to appear at the head of his cock, wetting the foreskin and her fingers as she pumped him. When he extended his hand and cupped her quivering tits, she sighed, bolder now that his other hand began to caress her flanks and hips, fondling her ass. Now both hands at his groin, Susan stroked more softly, then swung one silky leg across his body to straddle his hips, her slippery hot pussy near his cock.

Harry's hand surreptitiously moved over the silken flesh of Lisa's upper thigh in the living room, while her husband was getting ready to slip his hard prick into Susan's waiting pink cunt in the locked bedroom. "Harry, don't put your fingers up too high, somebody might see."

"If you'd get the lights a little lower..." his voice murmured. "How about just flickering fire light, would that help?" Lisa grinned at her office manager.

"Let's get a fire going!" Harry's hand grabbed Lisa's, pulled it to his lap, pressing her fingers against his groin.

The sensuous blonde's fingers wiggled, feeling the hot bar of Harry's sex, swollen and hard.

"That's feels like enough hose to put out the Chicago Fire, and have a little left over. Now let's get a fire started, in the fireplace."

Quickly the fire started, the flames sweeping to envelope the small oak logs, setting off a crackling sound as the flames turned the kindling to red coals under the logs.

"Oh goodie, a fire," buxom Polly said to the group as she left Bull to sit on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

"What we need is some brandy, and to sit and watch the fire."

"I always love a fire, it's so romantic," Polly's sultry voice announced. "I really get turned on sitting in front of a fire," George's deep voice joined in the fireside banter.

"I'll get the brandy while you all get cozy in the firelight," Lisa moved to the kitchen, quickly placing a bottle of brandy and eight glasses on a tray, returning to the group now huddled in front of the fire. George poured brandy into each glass, handing the half filled glasses to the watchers.

The two remaining glasses on the tray attracted attention to Bill and Susan's absence.

"Somebody turn off the lights, and we can sit in just the firelight," Harry moved over to sit by Lisa. The lamps in the living room turned off, the group sprawled on the carpet, Polly lying with her head with her head on Bull's lap, Betty lying on her stomach facing the flames kicking her slim legs in the air behind her. Her curved rump quivering each time her legs moved. "Bull?" Polly looked up at his face as she moved her head in his lap, "is that your wallet in your front pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" "That's me you're rolling your head on, and I'm glad to see you. I'd be gladder to see more of you."

"What part of Polly are you interested in seeing, Bull?" Lisa giggled at him.

Polly squirmed again on Bull's lap, "Yes Bull, what parts are most interesting?" She moved her shoulders, quivers running over her full breasts. "Give me another shot of that brandy, and I'll tell everyone." Lisa moved to lean over and grab the bottle, pouring a healthy glass for Bull, quizzing the rest, "Anybody else?"

Polly drew her glass up, raised herself from Bull's lap and drained her brandy glass, "I'll take another since we all seem to be intent on getting drunk tonight."

Lisa poured another glass for her sensuous black haired friend, then moving to fill the rest of the glasses again. What did you want to see more of!" Polly giggled, the alcohol and the warmth of the fire suddenly acting on her inhibitions, "if you can't say it, you can't see it."

"Not it, them," Bull laughed.

"You don't mean that you like to look at Polly's tits, do you?" George laughed.

"Certainly I'd like to look at her tits, wouldn't you?" Bull turned to Harry. "Sure would, Polly, show Bull your tits," Harry grinned at her as she first frowned then laughed at the men looking down at her. "I'll show him my tits, if I get to see what I'm laying on." Polly giggled. "My, but you Americans beat around the old bush," Betty's English accent giggled, "at home in London, if I was at a party having this much fun, I'd have a finger or two up the old twat."

"Well, the evenings not over yet, you still might get your wish," Lisa giggled.

In the bedroom, Susan straddled Bill, holding the hard pulsing warmth of his cock in her hand, while the bantering group in the living room waited to see Bull's reaction to Polly's invitation. Susan drew the oozing head of his cock up against her pussy, using the glans to transfer his slippery juice to the opening of her cunt.

The rosy head of his cock parted the soft hair covered opening and rubbed against the pink, tight lips of her vagina, opening the lips more until his cockhead was tucked into the cleft of her cunt, raising her ass and guiding his cock, sliding it deeper into her cunt by raising and lowering her tight pussy gently until his prick started the juices flowing from her.

Worming his cock deeper into her belly, Bill could feel the tightness of her pussy get wetter with their combined juices, and his cock inched deeper with each movement of her ass. He arched his back, driving his cock the last distance left to go, feeling the soft hair on her cunt tickling his belly. With his cock now fully inside her pussy, Susan began a rocking motion, rubbing her clit against the hairy mound above Bill's prick. Her motion was almost automatic, with no change in rhythm, Bill savoring her tight cunt.

He gripped her ass with both hands, helping, his arm motion and hip pulling coincided with her rocking. He kept his body still, content to let her fuck him, just helping her establish the rhythm. Her blond hair swung with her motions, her body flushed in the light, turning pink with a thin sheen of moisture as she started perspiring.

Drops of perspiration running, forming a channel between her quivering tits, down her tight belly to gather in the hair around her pussy. Drops soon formed and using the pink nipples of her tits, were flung out by the exertions of her steady rocking torso. "You show me yours first," Bull laughed, "then I'll show you mine."

"I'm too tired to reach the buttons, and too drunk to fiddle with them," Polly giggled.

"I'll do all the hard work then," Bull announced, his fingers moving the top of her blouse, opening three buttons and working on the fourth before Polly realized that his hands were about to have her boobs out of her blouse. "What are you doing?" her voice indignant.

"He's going to look at your tits, then he's going to show you his cock!"

Betty's English voice broke up in laughter.

"The hell I am," Polly's voice giggled.

"The hell you're not," Harry laughed at her, "You can't renege now after you already laid out the rules, besides, I want to see your tits, too." "Everybody always want to see my tits. Well, hell, look at them all you want to," Polly moved her hands down from their protective covering over her chest, "but we all get to see your cock, too!"

"That's the spirit, Polly," Lisa leaned over her, "let 'em all hang out."

Bill could see Susan's ass clenching in the mirror, framed by the garter belt, her shivering curved ass cheeks started Bill's prick pounding even harder, the pulsations matching her rocking rhythms. He ran his fingers over the cleft of her ass, enjoying the feel of her full buttocks under his palms, touching the bud opening of her ass. Like she had been goosed with an electric cattle prod, Susan jumped, her rhythmic rocking halted, as his finger rubbed gently at the puckered opening.

He rubbed his finger in a circular motion as he felt her body loose its rigidity, then her rocking motion picked up again, at a slightly faster pace, perspiration droplets spraying from her quivering tits. Bill felt the oily liquid swishing from Susan's cunt, dipping a finger, transferred her cunt juice to her asshole, rubbing it into the puckering bud.

His finger dipped again and again into the oily juice of her cunt, until her asshole was dripping wet with slime from her pussy, then with one last dip into her cunt, he wet his finger to the second knuckle, pressing it against her asshole. His finger wormed inside to the second joint and Susan went mad.

Her body rocked with frenzy as she tried to grind her cunt tighter onto his prick, her cunt hair matting against his belly, while her ass poked back as she arched her back. His wriggling finger up her ass while his cock filled her cunt started her shivering.

He pressed harder, his palm flat to her bottom, his finger thrust the last inch into her ass and he rotated his hand, his finger deep in her puckered asshole. His palm rubbed the smooth round globular cheek of her ass, his forefinger deep into her asshole, his middle finger dipping into the channel of her ass, feeling his own prick slithering up her cunt.

Her resulting orgasm was so intense that he could not only feel her cunt writhe around his cock, milking it, but her asshole also convulsed tightly around his deep sunk finger.

"Ohhhh.... Ohhh... Ohh," her voiced rose higher and higher as she gushed juices from her cunt, her orgasm shaking her tiny trim body. At the peak of Susan's convulsions, Bill's cock began spurting cum, squelching in her pussy, shooting jet after jet of thick creamy juice into her belly, triggering another orgasm from her tense body.

"OH OOOhhhh..." her body shuddered again, then collapsed over Bill. Her lips soft against his as she nestled to him as he caressed her silky back and ass.

Bull's fingers triggered the last three buttons opening Polly's blouse to the waist, pulling the ends of the material from her skirt, pulling the blouse off over the top of her head, her arms raising to help him rid her of the clothing. Polly's boobs, rose from her chest in twin peaks, encased in a beige colored brassiere, truly awesome in size. Bull lifted her upper torso slightly, finding the catch at the front of her bra, releasing the material covering her mounds. The catch open, Polly's huge tits sprung free from her bra, standing proudly from her rib cage, nipples the size of Bull's thumbs peaking the soft mounds.

"Hooray," George cried, "them's what I call tits!" Bull's fingers slowly moved to caress the softly moving mounds, his thumbs moving over the crinkled skin of her nipples, drawing the skin tighter and making each erect nipple swell and grow harder with each touch, while Polly's head moved in his lap slowly, pressing her ebony hair against his over heated groin.

After a few seconds, Polly spun over on her tummy, her weight resting on her elbows as her hands darted to his belt buckle. "My turn now," Polly giggled impishly, "Now I get to see what's been poking me in the back of my head." Her fingers flew to his buckle, drawing the leather through the metal, opening the metal catch at the top of his slacks, fumbling with the zipper, drawing it down full length. Her hand dove into the opening, wriggling inside his shorts, grasping and pulling at his cock, pulling it free to stand in his lap.

"My gawd," Betty's awed voice exclaimed in her very British accent, "no wonder they call you Bull. You're hung like a big Spanish steer. Are you sure you don't have a little black blood in you, brother?"

Lisa giggled at Betty's open mouthed stare. Her own hand busy caressing Harry's male member through the material of Harry's slacks. "George," Betty looked at her date, "if you had a cock like that, I'd marry you! They don't have anything like that in London!" "Betty," George replied, "If you'd show me your English ass, my cock would get even bigger than that."

"Oh goody," Lisa giggled, "show and tell time folks. You tell what part you want to see, and the person has to show."

"In that case, if I have my choice, I'd like to see Betty's English ass. It sure looks good, all curved up and over, with her lying there on the floor," Harry's voice almost shouted.

"Hell, I'm not shy, I'm just drunk and horny," Betty giggled, she moved sleek body to a sitting position on the carpet, her hands went to the hem of her dress, skinning it up and off her body to toss it to the side. The black beauty wasn't wearing a bra, and only her wispy panties covered her highly arched ass. "But I don't take my own panties off at a party, I always let somebody else do it for me. Harry, will you do me the honors, since you're the gentleman that wants to see my ass?"

Harry's large hands grasped Betty's filmy under pants, pulling them over the richly curved mounds of the cheeks of her ass, and down her slim legs, to toss them by her discarded dress.

"After that, I don't see why any of us are wearing clothes, let's get this party going!" George grinned at the others, his fingers busy stripping his clothes from his body, to lay naked next to Betty, face down on the carpet.

Lisa followed, her blouse and skirt tossed on the discarded clothing pile, while Harry and Bull followed her lead. The three couples sprawled out on the soft carpet, naked, drinking brandy and moving their hands lovingly over each other's bodies. Soft sounds of contentment and an occasional gasp as one of the group touched a particularly sexual part of another's body.

Bill patted Susan's fanny tenderly as she swung her leg over his body to dismount. Her matted pussy, pink lipped and open, swished and juicy cum dripped on his belly. She cupped a hand under her pussy and went to the bathroom to freshen herself. When she returned, Bill was just finishing with his shoes, and he sat watching her dress.

"I'm going to leak all night from the load you put in my belly, Bill."

He grinned, his hands cupping her ass as he pulled her to him for a kiss.

"My pleasure, Susan, shall we join the others?"

Bill and Susan, hand in hand returned to the living room to find the other three couples sprawled naked in front of the fire, drinking brandy. "It's about time you two came out of the bedroom!" Lisa giggled, you were about to miss all the fun. Get your clothes off again, and join with us." Susan's dress went flying, Bill a little slower.

Harry chuckled, "I want to get it on with Polly, Betty. Come on girls, it's time." The three joined arms and headed down the hall, leaving the bedroom door open.

After the remaining five had discussed Harry and the two girls a short while, George stood. "I guess I'll go see it the stud needs any help with the lady from England." Seconds later the others followed.

Harry lay on his back, Polly astride riding his cock while Betty's black slim English body knelt over his face and busy tongue. Polly was doing the groaning and moaning as she screwed her cunt on his cock. Bull stood on the bed, his huge cock in Betty's mouth, slowly fucking his prick in and out of her pink lips, her hand busy jacking him off as she sucked. George, prick in hand was slowly masturbating, his glans against Polly's full breast. Susan lay with her head on Harry's belly, her eyes inches from Harry's cock fucking Polly, her fingers dipping into her own pussy, slowly finger fucking herself.

Bull pulled his cock from Betty's mouth, spraying sperm over her upraised face, the silver liquid running down to her tits, as he rubbed the residue into her black breasts. The sight of Bull's cock shooting started George pumping his prick faster and Polly grabbed it and stuffed the black pole in her mouth, greedily sucking as he shot his cum.

Harry continued pumping his cock into Polly's cunt, faster and faster, until he too squirted his juice to fill her willing cunt. Susan scrambled closer to Polly's cunt, and as Harry pulled his cock out, Susan fastened her lips to his still oozing meat, sucking him dry while finger fucking her own cunt until she came again.

Bill and Lisa sat on the bed, caressing and stroking the fucking couples, until Bill's prick stood from his naked loins, throbbing and pounding with lust. He pulled his cock with his hand until it stood leaking at the tip, moving over the bed to kneel behind Betty, still getting her cunt sucked by Harry's eager mouth. Bill's hard cock nestled up to Betty's black English ass, pressing against the cleft opening between her full buttocks, until she raised her ass higher, her pussy leaving Harry's questing mouth as she crouched on hands and knees.

Bill's hard prong slid into her over heated, pouting wet cunt like butter, filling the jagged pink lipped opening to the hilt, his balls touching her slim curved thighs as he began to fuck the sexually aroused lady dog fashion.

Lisa, sexually excited by the sight of her husband fucking Betty, moved up onto the bed writhing into the huddle of warm bodies, her hands running over the plenitude of hot flesh, touching wet and sticky, the sexual organs of the orgy participants.

The lovely blonde, lying on her back, watched her husband's thick cock sliding into the thick pink lipped opening between Betty's thighs as her ass bucked back onto him. After a few minutes of hunching, Betty's moans became louder as she commenced her orgasm, her groans shuddering her swinging pert tits, her belly knotted with passion. Bill drove his cock deep into the black girl's cunt, spraying his hot sperm into her wildly swinging hot pussy, while he clutched her writhing ass with both hands.

Moments went by, then with a groan of satisfaction, he withdrew his sticky prick from her leaking pussy, and stood by the bed in exhaustion.

Later, gathered together over coffee, the group laid plans for the next party, not quite understanding Bill and Lisa's insistence that they have it here again. After some small arguments, all agreed to have another dinner at Bill and Lisa's. With much patting, kissing and loving touching, the party broke-up at two a.m. with the guests laughing as they left for their cars.