They where a bachelor party, they where giving their friend, 'the soon to be' groom a good send off. They encouraged us to join in with their festivit...es and kept plying us with champagne, though I could detect an under-taste of vodka in mine. It occurred to me that they where trying to get me drunk so that the 'groom' could have his last fling with my lovely young wife. (I am 45yrs and my beautiful wife is only 25yrs.)They didn't have to get me drunk, as we already have 3somes and gang bangs. .. The main kitchen would be shared.Out flew this woman that could have been a clone of my mother but a little younger, slimmer, with a touch of auburn in her brown hair and a lot more exuberant than Mum. The sisters embraced then Jo turned to me and said "Give your old Aunty a hug, stud." At this remark both Mum and I exchanged looks and blushed but Jo may not have noticed. We unpacked the car while coffee and a snack was prepared and by then after much chatter we all made for a night's. Still standing behind her he let his fingers roam up her hips, past her waist to her ribcage, just skimming the undersides of her soft breasts. Not being able to see what he was doing or knowing where he'd touch next intensified his usual effect on her, her skin hypersensitive now so that she imagined she could sense the heat radiating out from him, reaching her just a millisecond before he touched her. His hands slid softly up and then down her arms, bringing them out in front of her until her. And like a man living in a cave, DeAngelo threw me on his bed like a piece of meat. He pulled his collared shirt over his head and showed off his astonishingly ripped body. Even more mouth-watering were the hundreds of cultural or tribal tattoos his torso and shoulders were covered in.”I remembered seeing his tattoos when I walked in on him in the gym, but I didn’t think too much of them at the time. Everyone has tattoos these days; even me. But now, listening to Tiffany’s story, I imagined.