We laughed about this and I dismissed the matter due to my friends’ high spirits.When we awoke in the morning my wife instigated sex again, though I...again couldn’t finish. I recall thinking, however, that my wife had been very randy both before and after our sleep.Later that morning we returned to the house where the party had been to collect some glasses we had lent the hosts. Our friends were still there and they, us, and the hosts began drinking some of the left-over booze. We all agreed it. After about twenty minutes or so, Britt began to fidget, and was constantly tugging at the upper shoulder strap of her bra. “Is something wrong, dear,” asked Miss Ames, “you seem to be in great discomfort!?!” “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” replied Britt, “it’s just that these stupid straps practically cut me in half, my shoulders are killing me!!!” Since they were tucked away in Miss Ames’ private office, and the next appointment. Then he said something expectantly, 'You can kip here', he said pointing to his cabin, 'the bed is big enough for both of us'.'Do I make it look that obvious', I asked him in a self deprecatory voice?'Do what', he retorted, 'that I need a man'.I had said it without thinking, not realizing I had opened myself up for attack. He came closer to me touched my cheek tenderly, 'you would be doing both of us a big favour then', he continued, as he took my hand and in the darkness fed my hand onto his. I lick the fingers on my left hand and wet your left nipple. All the while my fingers are making those light circles on your clit. Round and round they go, just grazing you, while I keep kissing your neck. My touch is so light, so light on your clit. Grazing round and round, lightly, incessantly. Your panties are soaked.Now my left hand travels down and as it does, you bring your hands up to your breasts, stroking them, pinching your nipples as you feel my hand go over your stomach. You are.