Being out after curfew had two perils. Getting stopped by the police would end up with a night in gaol and a fine or worse if they decided they wanted...some “amusement” before letting due process take its course. Getting stopped by a bunch of women who weren’t affected by the curfew would be just as bad.That was something every man had to worry about.Stephen had other problems, though. The trouble was, because of his relationship with his wife, he also had to put up with barracking by men that. ”I sucked again on her right tit squeezing it between my teeth. I pulled up and she moaned. At the same time I grabbed her left tit in my right hand and massaged it working this nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I did this I could feel Betty drop her hand into my crotch and start rubbing my stiff cock through my pants. I pulled up off her letting her breast and nipple snap back into place. Looking her in the eye, I unzipped my fly and pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles.. But the very horny Nick was much too busy groping the twins to have the least bit of concern about his wife's activities. Poor Nora was watching Nick drape himself all over the girls and I could tell she was just itching to get in on the action.My sister-in-law had a very strict up-bringing that made her seem the ultimate Ms. Prissy Killjoy, a product of repressed sexuality wandering in a nudist world of no inhibitions. I knew that beneath that cold exterior was probably the hottest sexpot it. A beautiful oval face framed in corn-silk blonde hair and with teeth as white as any I had ever seen in any toothpaste ad, and breath like honey. Where the hell had girls like Marcie been when I was growing up? As she wheeled me to the hydrotherapy room, she told me that Julie and Linda would be in after midnight with more makeup tips.After she had locked the door behind us, "for privacy and modesty" she said, she helped me get up out of the chair. Damn but I had to take a leak. I kind of gave.