At that point I realized: She had nofeet. She turned and saw me. "Privacy! Shit! I'm changing in here!"she shouted at me.Shit. "Sorry! I didn't...know where you went!" I turned my back, butcouldn't get the mental image of her breasts jiggling while she struggledwith the jeans out of my head. I heard a 'slunk' noise, and felt herhand on my shoulder."It's fine. I shouldn't have yelled." I turned and saw her, strangelyjust above my eye level. Our lips met, and our hands found each others.. "If you can get that big cock hard again and are willing to be filmed fucking all of her holes, then you're more than welcome to come back and fuck the slut!" Hubby smiled.The situation and my husbands words thrilled me immensely, appealing to my inner cheating slut!I looked into my new lovers eyes, smiling and kissed him passionately, stroking his cum covered cock for a few minutes, then putting his cock back in his trousers as he continued squeezing my tits. "I'm going to enjoy having this. “I think thats a good idea”, I state, “Or I may implode”, grinning at Jason as he gives my thigh one last squeeze and slides his hand out from under the table. We flag a taxi big enough to hold the five of us, with Jack insisting I sit between Cameron and Paul in the back 3 seats, with Jack and Jason sitting in front of us, facing the back. I feel my confidence grow as my last drink kicks in, and I put a hand on each of the mens thighs, giving them a quick squeeze. Cameron takes my head in his. Katy thought of herself as a big girl. She was 8 years old, wasn't she? She was perfectly capable of cooking, well, making toast anyway. Her mother had taught her how to use the ancient toaster this past summer. She finished locking the door and then stared at the bolts and the cross-bar. The bar was much too heavy for her to lift, and if she engaged the bolts, her parents couldn't get in even with a key. She could, however, work the crank for the shutters and often helped her father with that.