They know the guests know the rule was simple:look freely, caress gently, but no pinching, no pawing, no grabbing, noflipping up skirts or demasting p...nties.Massed bodies part and fill as people move through the crowd. Food, drink,the relieving of same, conversation and even a little dancing on the toosmall parquet is the order of the evening. It is fun, it is social, it isin deadly earnest of contacts made, plans broached, competitors watched.Each woman there is expected to drink and be. "You can clean this mess up, I am going to bed." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"I can't believe those two," Fran said as we ran on the tread mills. "We should be used to it by now," I said as ran as fast as I could. It was one of the ways I got my frustration out. "You know Jeff had the nerve to come to bed later, acting as nothing had happened and trying to get his way." "Why? Not like it would have lasted long," Fran smiled. "Shut it," I said as I laughed. That was another reason for my. Anne was quietly letting me know which of the guys she fancied one stood out as far as I could see, young, blonde hair, around six foot and even after coming out of the cold River Murray he was well endowed as he passed us to where his towel was Anne gave him an appreciative smile. Don't get me wrong the other guys weren't bad and on another day they might have fitted in really well but we were only looking for one guy.The family group suddenly started packing up a glance at the sky told us why. She wasn’t wearing any underwear cz (as I said, she was used to being naked around me) and we were going back home after she packed. She was only wearing a slim strap bra that barely contained her huge breasts. There was a stubble of pubic hair that was growing back around her vagina and her thick thighs. (It made me look skinny around her and she was insecure about that) but I always loved that she was thick and curvy. As I said in my previous story, she had a MILF type figure and she was only.