I have room for lust but none for pride. What have I done to be proud of? I don’t pretend to have shame. I can talk like this because tomorrow you w...n’t remember a thing. He gazed at the tuft between her legs, noting that unlike the current fashion she didn’t trim the edges. There was no requirement anyway. She had a natural, pleasing diamond shape. She was also a natural blond. My silly man, are you listening? No, he was not. Her words skipped like a flat rock hydroplaning over an idle lake,. Slowly, she reached her hand through the hole in his boxers and slid it around his cock. It was warm to the touch. She felt it twitch again in her hand as she slowly pulled it through the hole. Not even fully hard, it was as thick as her forearm. He was at least twice the size of her. With a big, round mushroom head to match. She couldn't help but admire it a little. And now that it was free, its scent was strong.He stared down at her, waiting eagerly.She raised it up so the head was even with. Little by little this would draw the attention of the men sitting around us. They would all start to look at what we were doing to see if I would be showing a quick glimpse of something. The men were able to see that I was wearing stockings, and a garter-belt, and this alone would get a lot of them excited. I could look around and see a lot of them with their cocks out stroking them. My hubby would then slide his hand up under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy. There was no mistaking what he. I was only in my underwear, under a thick blanket, sweating like a pig. As I tried to figure out where I was I stumbled out of the room. There were like four or five older ladies sitting around a heater in a courtyard. They found me and my situation funny as they pointed and laughed at me. One of the older ladies got up came over and took my by the arm and guided me quite firmly pushed me inside another room. 'Take clothes off she ordered.' 'What, I dumbly responded? (still drunk) 'Take.