I could hear him talking to her, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. So I just kept looking at her, and biting my lip then asking what h... was saying. By this point I was extremely aroused, just by the thought of something happening with us. He was teasing her about how she was too 'chicken' to fool around with a girl, but she stated to him otherwise then hopped out of bed and stood before me. She pushed me down lightly and asked if she could play with my pussy.I without hesitation. I’m tired of thinking about him. Let’s go home. Home. I need to call your mom, though. Think she’ll believe you if I tell her about this?”“Honestly, Chuck, I think it will do more harm than good. I have the gun. Well, you have the gun. She’ll confront him if you tell her. He’s gotta be drunk by now. Maybe he won’t even look for the gun if no one brings it up. If he knows it’s missing ... I dunno. Let’s just let it go for now. We can talk about it tomorrow or better yet Sunday, if she comes to. Jenny restrained a chuckle, merely smiling at James. "Well now," she said softly. "We've had the local totty, the local nobs and now the local old codger."James smiled back and squeezed her hand. He did not have time to reply before two elderly men arrived together.James again took the lead. "Hallo," he said with a smile, "I'm James and this is my wife, Jenny." Bill Purdey," said one of the men, "an' this is Mr Turner." How do you do?" asked James solemnly. "I hope we shall see you regularly.". I could see her voluptuous boobs dangling in my face. My pussy started to get wet, but then we heard a knock at the door. Another woman needed the toilet and she wondered what was taking us so long.We returned to the bar for another round of drinks. By this time, both Peter and Tara were several shots ahead of me. The guy suddenly grabbed me and asked to dance with him.As he held me close, I could feel his cock pressing hard against my groin. My pussy started to get wet again. I pressed closer.