I love his smile. I order a gin and tonic, and he tells the barman to make him one too. "Been abandoned?" he asks, waving his glass in the direction o... our table. My husband is still engrossed. "That's the problem with works dos," I say. "Everyone talks shop." "I don't want to talk shop." He puts his glass down and moves closer. His hand rests on my hip and he looks at me closely, he’s judging my reaction. I smile, curious to see what his next move will be, and he knows. His hand glides quickly. Mark's eyes bugged as he stared at me. "Sis?..." His voice sounded strangled. "Sis! You're!..."When he stopped and didn't say what he'd started to, I pushed my bra down to my waist. Just like that, I pushed it down so my tits spilled into the open. Mark licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and I turned the bra around at my waist so the catch was in front where I could unfasten it easy. And I pulled the empty thing away from me and let it dangle from my hand, slack and flat without its. Instead of pushing Sandy away, he embraces her and her actions. His hand goes to his cock as he eyes wonder over the beautiful dog, glazed with lust. They drops to her mouth and that rough, lapping mouth muscle to is stroking and bathing his sack. He reaches to touch her mouth. His hand smells a lot like pussy from Kennedy. He watches as her tongue come out to touch his fingers. He circles her mouth before sliding a finger slowly into her mouth. That’s it, this is all it takes. His hand grasps. She is disappointed, and it shows the rest of the time we are decorating.As we start to finish, Gun and Jane walk in, arms loaded with food from different places. I had them slip off and get each of my girls their favourite fast food. By now, everybody else helping with the decorations has headed home to eat and change into their costumes. My girls brought their costumes with them and intended just to order out. We had all sat down when the DJ for the evening arrives. We let him in and sit in.