We swapped again but this time Dan's friend, (whose name I didn't even know) placed his hand lower so that his fingers rested on my buttock rather tha... my lower back. When they again swapped Phil's hand also found its way from my hip to my ass as we danced. Dan's friend had been content with letting his hand rest gently against my buttock but Phil stroked it, gently squeezing while running the fingers of his other hand slowly up and down my back. When it was Dan's turn again he held me close,. I immediately knew and realized what was going to happen, and I have to say I was looking forward to it. I told my husband that I was going to the nigh club with some friends of mine and that he didn’t need to worry about me because I was in good “hands”. Ha-ha, I would say “cocks”!I decided to adapt to the situation, and start things for my own pleasure. With the sluttish look on my face, I got on my knees and hands, crawled over to Mathias and started making out with him. Right away all the. And I think this long wait would have gone on for many months if I hadn't had an accident on my motorbike as I came home from the bar one afternoon. I sprained my left shoulder and as a result couldn't wash my back without some considerable pain. It was Mum who suggested that perhaps Chi-chi could sponge my back, and then I could do the rest. So the next morning, I reminded Chi-chi of her "duties" and went into the shower room and stripped naked. Mum, of course, had just intended me to sit with. I quit when told and put the top back on the jar though there was almost nothing left. Missus Mason took the jar and handed me four salad bowls. I spread those in front of Karen. She filled two and I took them to the dining room table. By the time I returned, the other two were ready. I took them in while the bowl was placed in the sink. The other three filed in behind me and we all sat down. Mister Mason prayed as we held hands around the table.The salad was delicious. I knew it wasn’t our.