Some scraps of memory floated up out of the void. I remembered dancing, spinning wildly, caressing a hard body, Carnival masks…I could see some othe... dancers, laughing and whirling around me.My mask had some heavy jewelry and light colored feathers, my partner’s one was deep purple with black straps. I could not see who was behind it; I was sure he was not my hubby.Carnival season was just beginning; it was the first night of many dances...As I was recalling this, his hands slipped up my thighs. As I went out she winked at me and I knew what that meant. After I'd gone Maggie got quite upset and Donna went and comforted her. Maggie was 45, longish blondish hair, quite chubby, 38D tits and was wearing a skirt and blouse. Donna was wearing a full dress.As Donna comforted Maggie by cuddling her as she cried, after a few moments Maggie was all cried up she said to Donna "Thanks for that", as they pulled apart Donna placed her hand around the back of her head and pulled it towards her, when. ” I said quietly. My breathing was still very heavy, and they just let me lay back on the couch for recovering. I did not remove my hand from Neeta’s pussy. She sat up, her pussy pressing into my hand even more. I knew that long before my hand would be replaced by my mouth, and at some point that night I would be going down on her. Suddenly my snatch felt all warm again, as the anticipation of what I would be doing sent a shiver through me.“I think both of you are rather overdressed” My husband. Although we’d lived next door for probably ten years we’d only very recently started to get to know each other when a throw away remark, something like “look at the size of that” as I’d pulled a huge weed out and she immediately replied I’d love to and instantly coloured up. After that I fed her with double entendres until we neither of us could garden for laughing.Anyway back to Annie on the doorstep, “I just came round to let you”... her voice trailed off as her eyes lowered and glancing down.