I was a little surprised but Mary didn’t begin to dress immediately. She propped her feet up on the dash and began playing with her pussy with one h...nd and pulling on her nipples with the other hand. Ever so often she would let me suck the juices off her fingers. After a few minutes of playing with her pussy, Mary squeezed her legs together tightly, arched her back and moaned very loudly. Soon after she pulled her skirt down and put her bra and shirt on. ‘Now let me take care of you again.’ she. She said there were other women dancing so it was cool.Then the music changed to something slower,and my wife started to go back to the chairs when Dottie grabbed her arm, and said,” come on one dance.” “I really don’t..” Really? I’m not going to bite you. My wife relented, and Dottie put her arms around her, pressing her tits into my wife’s.Soon,Dottie was pulling her closer ,and nuzzling her neck “You know you are beautiful.” she said. “Right a water buffalo,....before she could finish Dottie. There were some stores across the way and a small cafe of some kind. Maybe we are going to one of those places...or walk through the rains to some others nearby? No, these places were not our place of destination. A Filipino man appeared, waved at her and greeted her good evening and she told to come with her. The warm rain felt good as we walked through the gate...into a gated community? Very nice homes too, I might add. Where were we going? As we walked, the rain fell upon her dress and it. There was no end to it. He found that if he was to ever be a skipper, he'd have to learn the characteristic features of each river he would enter and pass a test in each vessel. It seemed like ... it was ... a lot of work.One weekend in mid November, he had visitors in the shape of Beth, Amy, Andrew and Lucille. He would have been glad of any visitor ... he'd taken to walking to a local coffee shop regularly and calling in at the charity office, (where he often was given some valuable but.