Sam told me that we had been invited to a New Year’s Eve party by a guy he met though work. He was told that it would be a fun couples' night with g...od food and plenty to drink. The invitation entitled the party as a “Mistletoe Party”: “Please join us to ring in the New Year with good friends; sharing good food, good drinks and a little kiss with friends.” I asked Sam if he knew what was meant by a “Mistletoe Party," Sam said, “Gerry told me that his wife Amanda had come up with the idea. Her. .... my hands squeezing her tits... forcing the nipples out of the cutout holes... She asks what I'm doing, and I explain "This is just to make sure we have the right fit, my lady"....That helps reassure her and she starts checking out the fit of the bra in the mirror.....I am standing behind her as she admires the sight of her tits jutting out, nipples poking through the cutout bra.... and my hands run lightly over her ass.... feeling her up... raising her skirt.... running over her silky. My arm and wrists and fingers. As she moved to lick my chest and stomach, she turned to accommodate and I decided that two could play this game. I moved slightly to allow me to lick the hollow behind her knee. ‘Ummmmm, purrrrrrrrrr’ she responded in keeping with her mood. So the bathing very much became the mimic of two cats paying attention to each other’s grooming. She set the pace by avoiding contact with obvious erogenous zones and I discovered that places I had only touched with my fingers. "It's cool," says the guy. "We were going to use Beth's room, but it's pretty much a shit hole. We saw that this one was empty so we ... uh."He gave me one of those smiles that are supposed to display all of his boyish charm and just make every woman he sees weak in the knees and wet in her nether regions. It didn't work.I guess on paper it should have. He was tall and muscular. He had long hair that was tied back out of his eyes. He had a nice beard and a menacing appearance. I checked off.