The only things that mattered were the wonderful sensations. When the kiss ended, my head was turned to the right to take up the kiss from another sou...ce. By now, my pussy was aching for attention; my hands were full of male flesh, and each had a hand pressing and grabbing a buttock. There was a mouth on my nipple, and a hand down my shorts. Whose? I'd lost track. The sensations that rippled through me were incredible. It was like one lover with two mouths, four hands and two incredible. "Serious right?" she asked. "Are you having second thoughts."I swallowed. I thought for a second and decided I was going throughwith it. "No, no second thoughts."I examined the item and slipped my arms through the straps. It had afront clasp between the cups which I thought would make it easier butthe elastic made the ends disappear under my arms. Diane watched mestruggle with it; I think she was really enjoying my dilemma. I finallymanaged to get hold of both end and connect them."How's it. I decided to wait and see if anyone came to use it. After a few minutes I heard footsteps, I opened my cubicle door slightly to see who was coming. I was slightly disappointed at first as a woman in her mid 50s, who I had seen earlier on the poolside in a rather conservative red two piece costume, approached. She looked rather ordinary with curly permed hair and a rather plain complexion. I had hoped it would be a pretty younger girl. However, my disappointment soon disappeared and my heart. Rose had never realized what she had been missing all those years, at allthose family gatherings. There was a whole world of secrets, politics,and game playing going on, and she had only scratched the surface untilthen. The differences between what people said with their mouths and what theysaid with their faces and bodies would have been fascinating, if itweren't so appalling. There were some arguments that had clearly beenyears in the making. There were attempts to jockey for position in.