She sat back in her saggy old lounge and sighed quietly as a small smilecrept across her face. ~Hey, 11 o'clock, what a wild Friday night.~Three hours...she'd been, gently scrubbing and wiping down and buffing hernew baby. It was beautiful, the best seven and a half grand she'd everspent. After looking about for months and trying a few here and thereshe'd found this one advertised in the Trading Post. It was exactly whatshe wanted, in budget and in good nick. Now it was hers, locked up niceand. Chelsea walked up and handed him a drink, as Samantha stood by nervously. Chelsea said "I know you're not 21, so if anyone asks, you didn't get this drink from us". Michael chuckled as he stared at Samantha standing in front of him. Samantha got an alert on her phone, it was Matt messaging... he asked "did you ask your friends if they would take pics with you?". She looked at us and said "ok, if he wants pics... let's give him pics" and then walked over to Michael and handed him her phone. She. So she stayed with me and we slept buy sitting, then after few, she was in deep sleep and fell on my shoulder, I was keeping quiet as she was my friend. Then as it got chilled, she hugged me tight and asked me to go to one end, then she hugged me and lie on my chest. It was very hot, due to chillness, I got my boner and her soft tits was pressing my chest hard. I couldn’t control it.So my tool got rock hard and as I was wearing tracks it was easily poking her. She came to her senses and. We both enjoyed a drink without the need to worry about driving home. Both before and during the meal we all drank a few glasses of red wine, and I could see my wife as getting merrier after each sip. Afterwards, we all sat down in Tom’s lounge and that’s when it happened. ! Without any warning my wife told Tom to put on some music [I think it was Frank Sinatra] and there in the middle of his lounge she started unzipping her dress and wriggling out of it whilst Tom looked on intently. It was an.