Imagine Janet Reno as a French whore!Anyway the party was in full swing b the time we got there and it was fun trying to guess who was who and booze w...s abundant and I was imbibing just as everyone else was and after a couple of hours of drinking, dancing and chatting with everybody I soon discovered that my wife was no where to be found.I stumbled upstairs and found the bathroom and preceded to tale a leak. After flushing and washing my hands I stumbled back into the hallway and heard a. “I didn’t hear no nigger-callin’ when we pulled your sorry ass out of Borneo, few years back.”“Yeah, well ... you were lucky then,” said BJ, throwing a pen at Kennedy.“AHHHEMMM!” said Carolyn Osgood. “Why don’t you both just pull ‘em out and lay ‘em on the table here, so we can measure. And then shut up...”“We know how that’s gonna turn out,” laughed Kennedy, quietly.“Armis, this is from a satellite? Is it a live feed?” Osgood continued.“Allowing for transmission delays from Nigeria to here,. Anything else?" I enquired."I was worried that you would complain about this lot." I shook my head."No. Elaine you always look lovely to me, and if you need these clothes to continue doing that, I have absolutely no objection." I grinned to show that I found her concern amusing. She shot me a look of devilry, then cut me down."Oh good. Then you won't mind getting the other cases from upstairs?" She asked sweetly. I held my hands up in surrender."Ok, you got me." She laughed. I picked up the two. I giggled softly, spreading my legs slightly, allowing her hands access to my inner thighs. The firm pressure working slowly with methodical ease went higher and higher until I felt, the fingers begin rubbing against my pussy. I squirmed raising my buttocks off the floor in response to the hands, and felt fingertips pulling at my shorts, tugging them down. Smiling while still concentrating on the game as best I could, I kicked my shorts off.The fingers began caressing my pussy pushing my silk.