'Let's give it an hour or so,' she murmured. 'We'll have a drink or two and then slip away.' As ever, Trevor and Rebecca had spared little expense. T...e large entrance hall served as the bar and general meeting area, the party atmosphere enhanced by a largely unnecessary log fire blazing away in the huge fireplace. In another room, a constantly replenished buffet was available for whenever a guest felt hungry. Another room had been cleared for dancing and already the disco was thumping away.. She was married, her husband getting ever more successful. The marriage wasn’t the most romantic – comfort, potential riches, and her middle class father’s approval weighed more on Jill’s mind when she married Oliver – but he was a good lover and kept her in the manner to which she had become accustomed, and she felt she couldn’t ask for much more. Approaching her thirtieth birthday, there were no kids, an idea Oliver kept postponing.About a year ago, Oliver had come into the money at work. . I would have to say that the restaurantwas about 90% or more women. There were women chatting, women eating,women arguing, women drinking and even I even noticed some women werekissing. It then dawned on me; this wasn't just an ordinary Mexicanrestaurant. This was a lesbian Mexican restaurant. And, here I was smackdab in the middle of it all, dressed like a beautiful woman. The roomalso had an energy to it I had never quite felt before. It was anelectric sexual energy that I could feel. I felt. Clearly I was in the mood, but today it was the most powerful I had ever experienced before, and even when I touched myself I felt I would explode, the waves of desire swept across my fevered body, but I wanted to wait, my mind was constantly focused on my son, last night I felt him press against me, his urgency, remained between my buttocks, which I unashamedly pressed back at him.I arose as he slept in the morning, and in the stillness of the morning light, I stared at him, suddenly the.