"I bit my tongue and pulled into the nearest parking place. I got out and opened the doors for the men in the back seat and for Erin. Ray waited until...I opened his door as well. Before I closed his door he took my hat off and tossed it onto the seat. We went inside with the two men walking in front of us holding Erin between them. Ray and I following behind and I was forced to watch as they continued to molest Erin, even while we were waiting for the hostess to decide where to seat us.We had to. We tease our husband by doing what the two of you just did. Particularly our younger wives do. They really get a kick out of teasing Jeff, even more when they, well we, chain speak to him." Chain speak?" Sandra asked."Yeah. Each of us says one word of the sentence." Oh, my gosh. You guys..." Do..." That..." Too?" they alternated, then giggled."Oh, we're going to get along just fine," Diana laughed. "Now let's discuss whatever you two are worried about, and somehow I don't think it's shopping. My mind conjured a presence, someone watching from one of the overlooking windows. Someone from the restaurant maybe. Perhaps an Italian boy masturbating while spying on this girl being fucked like a slut in a piss-stenched alley. I wanted it, I wanted to be seen. The very thought sent a warm quiver of bliss through me.My own climax arrived barely seconds before I felt Charles erupt inside me. I tried to hold on, grabbing the harsh London brickwork as my knees buckled from under me,. She was feeling funny and warm, and she couldn’t tell if it was how you were supposed to feel after drinking, or if it was her uncle Nick pressing up to her side closely. They were behind the kitchen counter nibbling on chips and sipping on cocktails.He was chatting her up about her gymnastics. He seemed worried she wouldn’t be able to perform anymore, his eyes glued to her suggestive cleavage. She couldn’t help but giggle embarrassed and stick out her chest just slightly more.“I don’t know, I.