It became not so much of a turn on as a relief to bein "normal" clothes. Being here with you seems so right and normal." What would it take to get you...excited?" Jennifer teased me. She thenstarted rolling my nipples with her finger and thumb. I immediately gota big hard-on. Well it was hard anyway. She smiled "So you do getturned on". She flicked the end of my penis with her fingernail causingit to shrink immediately.I started to put on my satin pajamas, but Jennifer said, "No wearthis". She. “Effie? Who is Effie, Jane?”“Euphemia Templar; she teaches at the same school. A divorced lady, much the same age as myself.”“Oh, I think I know who you mean. You were speaking with her about having to hand in your notice and so on, were you?”“No. I wanted to find out if she wanted to marry Alastair as well.”“Marry Alastair? Why would she? I don’t understand this.” Melissa suddenly had a sinking feeling that there were things she really didn’t know after all.“Alastair is fucking her too. She. She and I moaned together with each pulse of my cock until they subsided. Clutching me tightly, she let the air whoosh out of her lungs, and held me for a long while. Bill muttered, “Damn…” but I barely registered it.Eventually, she relaxed her grip, and clambered off me. Claire tossed us each a towel, and Rita mopped up the cum dribbling out of her gorgeous red bush. I did the same, scrubbing cum and pussy juices out of my pubes, letting the remnants soak into my towel.Rita was the first to. ”“Sure. G’night,” Dave waved. The car did a semicircle around the guardhouse, and drove off down Christian Grey Drive.As soon as the car was out of sight, Dave was texting and the deputy marshal who’d been with him in the booth was on his cellphone to his cohorts who’d gone up to the party area.After their messages had been relayed and several more cars cleared into the party, the marshal said, “Good. We got a locator tag on their car. They’re being followed right now.”“How you do that?” Dave.