Her long fingers pinched the stick, twirling the olive in the glass, just as I stood by her side. Her eyes looked at my face first before her chin fol...owed until our eyes met. Her hand reached into my handbag and I watched, aghast, as she removed my knickers between two fingers and raised them to her nose.Even I could smell the scent of my sex as she sniffed them. The barman was obviously well trained and turned around to polish the glasses. Rosetta let my knickers fall through her fingers and. " She mused a moment, enjoying the swipe of the rag on her left breast. "Of course, it was supposed to be, and that made success even sweeter... When Phillippe started fucking me, I was already primed, and the going got a LOT easier... I don't know HOW many times I came, and Pete..." Pete?" Bianca looked up from dabbing at the Wench's labia.The Wench nodded. "That's Pete," she amplified, nodding toward her crotch. "I got a really big one and dragged him along before he could get out and run. "What happened?" he asked."Not sure," she said."I think you were attacked by someone. You have a nasty abrasion to the back of your head. You wife knows more and here she is!"She was right. There was Claire, looking tired and pale but with a wide smile of relief."Thank God!" she exclaimed. "I thought I'd lost you."She came over and gave him a smouldering kiss. When she straightened he asked the question again."What's happened?" What do you remember?" Well, I think I got out of the car at the. We were going from playing around, poking and lightly touching to actually giving another man beside her husband a full on hand job. The up and down motion started slowing at first. We both threw our heads back, took deep breaths and started to enjoy the pleasure we were receiving from her. There was also another aspect to this whole situation. The fact that we were house guest in this great lake house with ten other people. We were all buck naked on the back deck and my wife was giving a.