There were severalcouples enjoying the evening, strolling up and down the broadwalkway. Michael again gave me his arm and we stopped at each ofthe lad...es stores to admire the clothing. I especially liked a longevening dress that I saw. The next time my wife left on a trip, Iwould have to get invited to a party. We passed several couples, some fairly closely. Thelaughs and sneers that I had initially feared and expected nevercame. I got a few glances from the men, and one even turned. She had to tell him, she had to warn him of the danger he was in. “I’m not good for you. I’m…..” Her words were halting. Her voice was unsteady and vibrated from the nerves in her throat. John said nothing, but his eyes did not waver and his heart did not shy away. Jessie did her best to collect her self. “I’m a broken woman. You know that. I’m a fallen woman. The devil has already taken my soul. The….” John’s finger gently stemmed the flow of words, stemmed her apology for her miserable life.. I pulled frantically at my skirt to free myself from it. It dropped to my ankles, followed by my panties as Maggie added a second finger and started to drill me like a piston. Her fingers made squishing noises as she entered and withdrew from my oozing opening, her thumb bumping my clit. Faster and faster she undulated. My hands groped my own breasts, then clutched at her legs and hand. I think I felt her breast at one point. My shirt and bra felt constricting, but I didn't want to break the. As I entered the dressing room, there was a full-length mirror on the wall, as there was at the far end of the room also. Obviously, the first was to allow folks outside the room to see how things fit, the other for a private viewing. Putting on the first outfit, I ventured out to the private mirror to see what it looked like. The fullness of my breasts was completely exposed through the sheer material with my nipples barely hidden at all. The lacy patch of the g-string showed through the sheer.