Then a strange atmosphere descended across the two of us, as throughout the rest of the journey to Nice airport we hardly spoke to each other, and whe... we did it was bordering on monosyllabic. Later on it became obvious why, as in my case throughout the journey I was nursing a raging hard on that would not seem to go away.When we arrived at Nice we were met and escorted to a queue of fellow conference delegates, who one by one got on one of the two coaches. When it came to our turn to get on. They were much closer to Bob in age than Kendra. While Kendra was pregnant for the first time, most of the wives in attendance had been in that condition several times, those times being in the distant past.The husbands were ... well ... men. Age doesn't seem to reduce what happens in a man when he sees a beautiful, young, nubile, walking wet dream.As it turned out, the only thing she had to wear that she felt like might be appropriate for a party like this was what is commonly called "a little. As we went on, I caressed her body as we kissed, feeling her taut breasts and her sumptuous ass. It never went further, and I didn't push her to go further. Just about every Friday night I would call her and we enjoyed the sounds of our voices. One Wednesday night as I kissed her goodnight she asked me to get in the car with her. As we sat in the front seat making out, she reached between my legs and found my erect cock. I tensed up, not quite ready for this bold move on her part. "Relax," she. Knowing this, brought a little smile on her face.The woman who had brought her here went in first and Sofia followed her. Sofia noticed that the guards didn't come in but just kept on standing outside at the door. "Well, at least they won't do anything to me," she thought with some relief."Wait here," the woman told Sofia and then walked into the bedroom that Sofia had spent so much time in yesterday.Sofia could hear the two women talk with each other, but she couldn't understand what was being.