From what I’d heard, and looked forward to observing in person, the result was a pretty riotous time, plenty of eating and drinking and dancing, plu... all of those enjoyable activities that often follow eating and drinking and dancing.“You’re going to like it, Michael.” Sofía’s eyes were laughing. She gave me a little hug. “You’ll see.” Her grin was wide. “I’m so happy you’re going to come this year.”When I arrived Friday afternoon I followed Mme Bertha’s directions and pulled into a side street. “Oh, God,” she thought, “I’ve got to have another drink ... Suppose Jake were to walk in now, what would I do?” The way she had visualized it was totally different from the actuality of the party. It really didn’t seem so very different from any party that she’d been to.Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in conversation with some handsome, very attentive man. She had brought along a package of cigarettes in case she needed to do something with her hands. The handsome man would be lighting. ..” She darted about looking in drawers nearby. I really wanted to help but didn’t know where anything was, besides her cute ass was a distracting sight as she bent up and down in the tight Lycra. There was a knock on the door; a man with a clipboard leant through and said, “One minute, Jessica”. “No problem!” she called back, as she pulled the spine-board out of the cupboard ready to drop into the water. She kicked off her trainers, then pushed the board into the water. She stood up and. This play continued well into the wee hours of the morning and she had four orgasms while I finger fucked her. In between I also made a trip down to the WC to relieve myself as it had become unbearable to hold on for me. By dawn, the train was already in gujarath and the couple abruptly got up before a stop and left towards the door. As the lady was wheeling out of sight she turned back looked at me and gave a big smile and I returned her smile. It was a sense of fulfillment when our eyes met.