My wife appeared to be blushing and asked me what I was doing. I toldher that I had met a couple of guys and we were just talking about sports andstuf.... She made a face and told me to have fun and asked if I minded if sheresumed dancing with John. Believe it or not at his point I looked down andJohn's hand was resting on my wife's ass cheek, rubbing it slowly through herdress. Not wanting to seem like a possessive jerk because she seemed to behaving so much fun I told her "not at all".I meant. It took me more than ten minutes to get where I could speak again. "OK you two, what's up? First how could you two decide that I was the man for each of you when you have seen me about four times in the less than two weeks since we met? You know nothing about me, I could be a rapist, a child molester, or maybe I'm into whips and chains, sadism, bondage, masochism, or maybe even into marking my chattel. You have no idea what you are getting yourselves into, do you?" Bob, Sweetheart, we do know. "Stallions might be really hung," Eileen murmured softly, "but theyaren't much for an extended fucking session. They get it in and wham!they shoot their load in a hurry." Mmm, just like a young kid!" Doreen breathed. "God, that's the bestthing about making it with a teenager; they come so quick! And so much!"Eileen looked at her guest with startled eyes, amazed to find one of herown thoughts coming from another. She did not reply to the woman'spassionate remark, perhaps because she feared what. When she felt the other blokes hand on her arse and realised her dress was up so all the blokes could see she started to struggle a bit to break free but didn't want to attract attention so couldn't struggle too hard. The bloke kissing her just kissed her harder as the other one started to pull down her thong till it fell to her ankles. She couldn't make too much fuss in case other people in the bar noticed so seemed to resign herself to the fact that these blokes were now looking at her bare.