.caressing her hand against my ass...catching my eyes as she briefly sucked the tip of her finger between her lips, or teased her tongue along the rim...of her glass before taking a drink. Our sexual juices were flowing and our horniness for each other was becoming an irresistible force. We wandered our way through the crowd, and found our way outside to the torch-lit patio. Our eyes met, and with a mischievous grin I asked, "So, where do we go from here?" Chrissy's eyes smoldered with lust as. I mean the camera doesn't lie and it really likes you. C'mon Mom pose for me for a few more pictures... please?" I asked."All right," she said, setting her wine glass down. She stood up. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, smiling."Well, let's start with you putting your hands on your hips and smiling for me, you know... a Betty Gable kind of thing," I suggested. "Betty Gable huh. Hmm, let's see. How's this?" she asked. I watched her through the camera as she smiled at first and giggled. I asked Robert to escort me into the only bathroom. I kissed him with a mouth that must have tasted like Thomas’s cum. Robert did not mind; hmm... I counseled him, “Do not start in on one of your long, complicated stories. Let’s both enjoy this and let me take the lead.” “Okay.” I hoped he understood. I reinforced that by standing at the bedroom door and announcing, “This is the no-talk zone. Enter here, but leave your monologues behind. Alright?” Thomas hopped up, finished his drink, took a. He cleared his throat and spat with a clanging response from the cuspidor. "Robert Williams. Come on up here."Robert shuffled past the other men in his row and stepped to the end of the long table."Democrat it say here." The chairman peered at him through thick spectacles. Dust particles flickered in the beams of sunlight coming through the dirty windows."Yes sir," said Robert, hands folded behind him in one of the first positions he had learned as a soldier, feet as wide apart as his.