So I ended up on the dance floor with quite a smörgåsbord of men throughout the night, all of them looking and feeling sexy considering my state of ...ind. My husband just got sulkier and sulkier as he downed several drinks.I was dancing with one younger guy, enjoying the sensations the deep throbbing sound system caused in my body. I was sweating quite a bit and had undone about half the buttons on my shirt, enjoying how sexy the exposure made me feel. My dance partner pulled me in close and. "Oops sorry" I whispered in a husky voice." Why don't you sit there" I pointed to a small arm chair by the wall"I will just go and get you a cold towel for your cheek"When I came back into the room I realized the only way I could apply the cold towel to his face would be for me to sit on him! Hell I wasn't complaining! I went over and in one swift movement hiked my dress up slightly and straddled his legs so that me knees were either side of his legs. I looked at him and saw a look of complete. Abby swallowed hard and rubbed the back of her neck. “My neck is killing me.” She said absent-mindedly. Brian suddenly got an idea. “Oh? I could massage it for you?” He asked with a smile. Abby got up and sat down on one of the four small picnic tables inside the gazebo. The wind blew harder giving Brian a delicious smell of her faint perfume. Abby looked back at Brian where he sat watching her. “I’d love a massage actually.” He got up and stood behind her, he took a steadying breath. Abby. "'Oh my god', I thought, 'this is too hot for me.'So I put my hand on his, held it, gave it a squeeze, it seemed the rightthing to do, so I just kept holding his hand.After the meal, when Port was served, we sat by the crackling fire, Faywas leaning against Daphne, and 'shit' it seemed appropriate so I inturned leant against Fred with his hand around me - on my phoney tits.Poignant was the word, the intimacy was electric, the warm fire, theradiating Port.Daphne stood up, "This is just so.