She’d seen him feeling my breasts and obviously wanted hers felt, too. He lent forward and his hands were all over her tits. I was still sitting the...e, still with my breasts on show, watching my friend sucking him off. Then he looked at my breasts and let go of Sandra’s with one of his hands, and started to feel my breasts again. With his left hand he was feeling Sandra’s breasts and his right hand was all over mine. Oh, I loved it. I mean, to this day, I don’t know his name, but to have him. She stood there giggling her big titties jiggled as she did, but all eyes we on her smooth glistening, bald cunt. I was sitting mesmerised by all this as Kate put some slow music on. She walked up to me and asked me to dance, so I stood and took her in my arms as I watched Andy do the same with my wife. Kate whispered in my ear I really want to fuck you as much as Andy wants to fuck Debbie, she asked me if that would be ok with me. I answered by pulling her close to me and kissing her sweet. Deep breaths. Breathe, McGee! Go to your happy place. Think about writing, sitting in your leather chair, your pipe smoking in the ashtray next to you, a hot plotline flowing from your fingers, the clicking of the keys. It started working, calming him, restoring him to a state more like the Timothy McGee people knew.When he finally got himself under a little bit of control, he asked, "So what do we do now? Can we take him outside now, or do we have to keep listening to his crap?" Back with me,. They were upon me and Karin was chattering before I had time to take evasive action. ‘Will you come swimming again tomorrow, Mr.Holbrook. Mummy says she’d like you to because you’re a very nice man…’ ‘Karin!’ Angie broke in. ‘Can’t come swimming tomorrow, kid. Got other things to do. Night…’ I fumbled my way to my room, flopped on the bed and went into an alcoholic sleep. Like many alcoholic sleeps it did not last the night through. I woke about 2 a.m. with a headache and a mouth feeling as if.