I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to...get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one weekend on a girls hen night, just before she left she whispered in my ear, whilst stroking my cock through my jeans, that if I dressed up tonight at ten o’clock sharp, she would go into the ladies wherever she. It was not a long distance away at all, which was part of the reason why people of all ages joined in, but the journey was lengthy enough to warrant staying overnight until they completed their task. Barring any unseen difficulties, most typically returned on the fourth day. Other than what they enjoyed there, they dried everything before carrying it home, despite the contribution of many, harvesting enough to help support the Camp through the upcoming winter remained an enormous undertaking.. I could see that both girls were thinking, and then Cheryl remembered her proxy card. She whipped it out announcing she could pick a replacement for herself. Then she had to pick. Again I could almost hear the gears churning. She finally turned and pointed to Denise.Denise's eyes opened wide, but then she laughed and pulled out her own "Chicken-Out". "Not me this time, I'm not THAT drunk." Now what?" asked Beth."It's pretty straight forward; if the person who pulled the penalty card uses the. She lay back in the hot, soapy water and contemplated the day ahead. She tried to relax but she was being torn apart by feelings of both guilt and excitement. Having just kissed Neil goodbye, as he set off on a business trip, she told herself that it was just a lunch date she was going on. She tried to convince herself that nothing was going to happen; that it was all perfectly innocent but lying on her bed was lingerie bought by another man for her to wear for the occasion. Pangs of guilt and.