Then I feel his hand investigating my girdle, first the straps over my shoulders, then down the back and now pulling at the suspenders that are loose ...nd dangling over my knickerless arse.I breathe in in long and slow and cannot help but take a firm hold of my son’s arse. Before we know, we are kissing each other and I feel a strap slid off my shoulder.He breaks the kiss and stands back and I willingly let him remove the two straps off my arms.He pulls the girdle out over my tits and I see his. She had quite a rack and even though I could not do anything about it, it was always good to look. We went to the bar and sat there for hours and we were all wasted. We went up to their room for more drinks. The woman were sitting on the couch just laughing and laughing about stupid stuff. We were all pretty wasted at this point. Then the conversation changed to a completely different subject. I don't know who the subject came up but Nancy stated that they were swingers. She said that they. Our wives, children, and Noon were there, and were already dressed for the wedding.Our wives were wearing long sleeved blouses and the brightly colored sarongs of the lowland Thai. Since both women were pregnant, the sarongs were easier to adjust to their conditions than regular dresses would be. Noon also had on a long sleeved blouse, but a more traditional Hmong style sarong that was very colorfully embroidered in abstract patterns around the bottom in addition to having appliques of more. If you’re interested.”“What kind of case?”“Surveillance case. If you’re interested?”“Yeah, I’m interested.”He needed to do something to get his mind off Kay. All the tournaments were done for the year. He needed something.“Fill me in on the details.”“Bruno Tattaglia, Philip’s brother and Kay’s ex-brother-in-law is back in town and Tom heard he has been talking with the wrong people. Tom asked if we could keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t bother Kay. Tom also wants to know what Bruno is.