Monnie didn't remember much of the afternoon, the note was still in her handbag, it was as if it was on fire, trying to burn a hole through the lining...and onto her lap. She didn't remember much of the journey home, just making small talk with her husband. The alcohol had played its part, throwing her inhibitions to the four corners of the world and now she felt tired, drained almost. "I'm going to lie down for a while," she sighed, and made her way to her bedroom. It was just as warm in here,. She stood up and let the nightdress fall to the floor,I stared at her my mouth hanging open,’ok feast your eye’s’ she said I stared at her tit’s,she looked at me ‘do you want to touch them’yes I said well go on just this once,I reached up my hand trembling I ran my hand over her glorious mound,I touched the other one with my other hand,I caressed her tit’s slowly and softly,her nipple’s stood out I looked up at Gran her eye’s were closed,I continued to massage,her tit,s. She then took my hand’s. The sensual haze sending urgent shivers through me from throat to inner thighs. The gondola jerks and sways again, as my fingers tug at his shorts. His rising cock pushes the worn zip open as soon as I release the fastener at his waist, filling my hand with hot throbbing stiffness. My fingertips trace the velvet contours of it as I loosen the buttons of my choli, letting him see my breasts with their little brown buttons of desire aching to be touched. As the Ferris wheel starts his hand curls. It was now near two in the morning and Anne was a little tipsy when the DJ said it was the last record of the night and a slow one, Tony just grasped Anne’s hand and said let’s go, slightly uneasy on her feet Anne had the last dance and again Tony let his hands slide over Anne’s ass and pulled her tight to his own body. As the dance ended and the lights came up a little, Tony had disappeared to the men’s room when Anne said she was convinced that Tony had got a partial hard on while dancing.