After a lovely caesar salad and a glass of wine I paid my check andstarted out of the restaurant. Passing the entrance to the lounge Isuddenly decided...to make the most of this occasion and stop for a drink.Entering, I made my way to the bar across the dimly lit lounge and asdelicately as possible I slipped up onto a stool at the largely empty barbeing careful to keep my skirt down. The bartender took my order for amargarita and while waiting for it I glance around the lounge. Except fora couple. " she started."Yes?" asked the Creole."Nothing," said the now naked woman as Shanti spread wonderfully warm oil on her back and legs and began sensuously rubbing in the oil from neck to waist."So you think everyone needs a little excitement in their lives?" asked Claire, picking up the conversation again."Don't you?" replied Shanti, her hands now moving tantalizingly up and down the older woman's legs, working in the oil and working Claire's temperature upward as well."I'd be afraid..." Being. They came into the kitchen.“You ok?” Paul asked. I nodded.“We just thought that you might - well, you know…” said John.“It was,” I said. “It shouldn’t have been but it was. In fact it was more than all right. I loved it.”They grinned and dragged me to the kitchen table. That was the first time we’d used it and now we were using it regularly.Over the past couple of years, we had fucked all over the house and in the garden. They had shagged me in every position they could think of and had. The little girl, who had sat on my lap before on the bus, came over and sat with me, laying her head against me for a second then shifted her attention back to the TV. Michelle touched me and said, ‘When I came back, you were outside with Aunt Missy. I didn’t want to bother you so I came up to play with the kids. Are you done with Aunt Missy and Mr. Monet for a while?’ ‘Yep, all done. You and I need to have a talk though. Perhaps we can do it here with all the kids. They don’t have to listen or.