I realized that despite our horniness, there might be one problem that could shut this whole thing down. "Are you sure this is OK? We've been drinkin..., you know." Don't worry, I got there just before you. I only had one beer. I'm perfectly able to give consent. And I do." She grinned. "But maybe I should ask too. May I pleasure you?" Oh God, yes," I breathed.She kissed my neck, then licked my nipples. Which aren't as sensitive as a woman's and I don't consider them an erogenous zone. Then I looked at Jon and he knew exactly what was on my mind. I excused myself and went to our room and changed into something more sexy. I choose my shortest black dress and I picked out some nice panty's and then threw them on the bed deciding to go commando as Jon said. I walked by the closet and then decided to really shake things up for the boys. I picked out my favorite wig I always brought in case Jon and I decided to do a voyuer photo shoot. I put the black short French cut wig on and. Strangely free. It made him feel a little drunk whenever they were alone... the intoxicating knowledge that he could, if time and place (privacy) permitted, do anything he wanted with her. It made his mouth actually water sometimes.It cut both ways, of course. She expected to be able to do anything she wanted with him as well. She was very horny and brave and he had enjoyed some crazy times in odd places while he let her have her way. Very hot and sometimes scary. There was a car park stairwell. They switched it back on and played some music. First Pink Floyd and Dylan, then Spandau Ballet and, God forbid, disco. They argued about music then, but in a nice way. He moaned and complained like an old man about the songs she liked and she mocked the deep meanings of the lyrics he had always valued so much, saying things like, ‘I can’t wait to tell my patients that they should shine like a crazy diamond.’She asked him about nightlife in his hometown then. Did he and his friends have any.