Dean led me over to one of the tables. Then got us us drinks.There were knots of people talking and laughing. Each group seamed to be centered around ...ne or two white women. If a white man was with the group, he was generally not involved in what was being discussed. One white guy was just sitting alone looking at a white woman dancing suggestively with two black men.My nerves were on edge, not knowing what to expect. I quickly had another drink.About then a slim muscular black guy approached.. For some reason, the whole trip had made me feel better about myself. I felt independent with them. I felt free, like a woman coming into her own.Still, the thought of my aunt's gorgeous legs, hips and body kept creeping into my mind. The more I thought about it, the more I saw the power of her sexuality. She brought with her electricity. You just felt good around her. You wanted to look at her. You wanted to watch her move and admired the way she did everything.After some conversation, my. “Then I guess congratulations are really in order.” She shook their hands again.“If I may ask how did you get my name, from a friend or a relative?”“From your niece, Stacey,” Claudia offered.“Oh? How do you know Stacey?”“She was our server at the Diplomat Club for our wedding reception,” Dan admitted.“The Diplomat Club, very, very exclusive. And you used it for your wedding reception? That must have been a very sensual celebration. I hope Stacey treated you both alright?”“She’s, ahh ... umm .... Ashley reached between her sister’s legs and spread open a nearly perfect, unspoiled slit, gleaming with moisture that did not come from the pool! She had her arm under Chandra’s leg and thus I had and unobstructed view of her ring finger and thumb spreading open the petals of her sister’s sex, and then how she slowly caressed the tender pink flesh with the tips of her fingers in a teasing manner that had her sister writhing in seconds; needing more friction, more pressure, more….Chandra had a.