On some nights there were cocktail parties to attend and since these parties always had business overtones we almost always went to them. Mary has one...major flaw - she has a very low tolerance for alcohol, three drinks can have her semi-comatose, and so I have to keep a very close eye on her at parties.My last trip included one of these parties and as usual Mary had too much to drink, but she is fun when she is 'giddy' so I switched her to ginger ale and kept an eye on her. At the end of the. I rush to sit down before my renewed bulge is too noticeable. Mrs. Jones (I still can’t think of her as Allison) pauses at the lounge chair and starts to dry off. She slowly rubs the towel over her entire body. She dries her breasts making them roll around and bounce. Then she works down to her legs, wiping each one in turn. I can’t believe my eyes when she places one foot up on the chair and dries her inner thighs. And my jaw drops when she rubs the towel a couple of time across the crotch of. ‘I hear they’re playing ‘Pin the Veil on the Bride’ next. We can’t miss that.’ And with a wink, he was gone, his dark figure silhouetted by a thin ray of moonlight as he disappeared amongst the trees. I hesitantly followed as my hands touched my cheeks, feeling my burning skin, and realized that I would give up everything if it meant I could stay here, alone with him, for just a few more minutes. ‘Okay, everyone,’ Aunt Carolyn announced, clapping her delicate hands together, ‘Lizzie here. I said fine I was taking water . I asked your staying here . She said yea wit my friend. OkThen she took a sip of tea and looked at me from top to bottom and she gave me a simple smile. I didn’t get it first. She should me wit her eyes to look down. I looked down . SHITThat time I was wearing boxer and it was morning. What was I thinking. My dick was fully erected and there was a tent in front of me. She was looking at it and with smile she turned . I took the bottle and covered it with it. I.