.." She sighed and exclaimed, "No more buts! Come on!" She grabbed his hand and inside they went.They went inside a large, long building that was nest...ed down in a small valley here in the country, far away from the confines of the city and prying eyes. It was his first lifestyle party, and he was scared to death. Once inside, he was amazed at what he saw. All around were throngs of people in various stages of dress; Some were still dressed in street clothes, some of the women were dressed in. You palm my left breast kneading it. Find my nipple over the lace and pinch it. Rub around and flick it, play with it. You dip still and suck it in over the cloth. I arch up, and you put a hand over my belly button and hold me down. You hand then slides down to my pussy. You rub over my pantie, bunching it up and rub it into my slit. Your mouth is all over my chest and neck. I itch to bring my hands down, to touch you but I keep them up and obey. It takes all of my will to do that.You slip down. They were a dead giveaway of my actual age and it wasn’t a teenager.I had discovered that once the husband was mounted on my backside pumping away at one of my demanding entries they only focused on the job at hand and didn’t care less about their target’s actual age or circumstances.I had thought the wife was safely passed out in the four poster bed upstairs, but then I spied her watching us doing it doggie style from the doorway of the family room. She was wearing only her bra and her panties. She had been single for over eight months, which had been a shock to us all. She usually hung out with me and Chris or stayed at home."I don't like these pumps, they hurt my feet," Susan whined as she walked showing me a pair of red pumps that she wore."Well then don't buy them silly."She laughed and sat down next to me taking off her pumps.Ever since Chris had mentioned the fantasy of us three being together, I couldn't help but look at Susan in a whole new light. I was beginning to find her.