She was normally so graceful, but the alcohol and the tension had her off balance.She offered the panties to Blake, but he shook his head, nodding at ...he fire. The forest was silent: everyone was waiting for her response. She could have said no. She knew that, just like she knew there was a part of her, still drunk, that wanted to punch Blake in his face. The same part of her that wanted to get back at Drew and Sarah for acting so superior: to shatter beer bottles on their windshield and stab. ..One night however, we wen't out to a blues bar in a neighboring town that has a mostly black clientele...She had me apply a temp QOS tattoo on one of her tits, just visible above her low cut sweater before we went out...After we were there for a few hours and she was getting free drinks from several of the single black men that were there. The band (4 black men) took a break and went into a back room. My wife said she needed to use the ladies room and headed after the band. She followed them. And every once in a while she would move around, and her skirt would flutter and fall deep between her ass cheeks. Her and her friend were chatting about this and that, and she would shift her ass from side to side as she talked. That made her skirt sway back and forth even more. I don't know if she was wearing panties or not, but every once in a while her skirt would flow just right, and get wedged in between her ass cheeks. I would get a glimpse of how deep her ass crack was, just before she. She gestured me over just as our friend started to eat her pussy. He was licking her entire pussy from her ass to her clit. She was going crazy with arousal. She pulled me into her mouth and I was soon enjoying one of her awesome blowjobs. Our friend continued sucking her and fingering her G-spot until she came furiously and pulled his face, head into her and held him there ‘til she was done. Even while she was orgasming she never let go of my cock and continued sucking even harder. I knew it.