I put my right arms round Sova and pulled her towards me and she came near me in a fluid motion. She was looking down and in the semi dark stairs with...the light coming from the streetlights I could see Sova’s was tensed with anticipation and her breathing was short and rapid. I took her face in my hand and lifted it by holding the chin and kissed her cheeks. Sova had her eyes closed and not moving. I went on kissing her lightly on her forehead, eyes, ear lobes and then cheeks and again back to. ." "Ah, but I can't do that while you have those on. You should have gotten undressed, you know? What shall I do now?" Her fingertips pushed the waistband down a bit more, teasing him by tracing a path through his hair. Darla knelt on the bed and considered the situation. Then, lightly, she began to trace the outlines of Michael's cock through the fabric of his briefs. Around, down, up, back, her hands made a path over the light blue material, but they did not again touch bare skin. He began to. ”“You’ll be fine. You were fine in Sweden.”We finished our meal and Pete drove us back to Melanie’s house. I was not surprised when Melanie suggested we go into the sauna. I also wasn’t surprised by her comments.“Steve, can I get a goodbye present?” she giggled.“Talk to your fiancé, Melanie. I won’t touch you without his express permission and he’s given permission for hugs and, because you’ve been kissing me, for kisses. Everything else is off limits, including your little fantasy!”“You could. On the bed was a plastic sheet and the guy would stand on the sheet as he fucked my wife. In each room was a chair where I would have to sit and watch my wife. In the main room were 4 cameramen who would rove round the venue filming everything. Also in this room was a computer at which a person would count the plastic discs that were being given to the men. The 45 minutes between 9 and 9.45 flew by and I was shocked by the ease my wife fitted into the scene. The photographer from the evening.