And whoosh!!! The heat hit us like stepping into a sauna. Almost instantly, I began perspiring and gave my zipper a little tug.Holiday cheer was poure... liberally and I received the usual and expected drunken hugs (disguised gropes but some were just outright gropes). And I continued to tug on my zipper.Hubby was chatting with boys when he looked over at me and motioned toward my zipper. YIKES!!! I was unzipped to just below my nibbles. But I’m fit (5’7”, 120lbs) with perky boobs, and my sweater. We turned down a secluded street on the shortcut to her house and I slowed a bit. I felt her press closer to me and I took a shot.I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her, she felt so small but she returned the embrace with a forceful grip that I can only describe as desperate. I leaned in and kissed her hard and slid my hand to her ass (which, I reiterate, was perfect). She responded by putting her hand on the crotch of my jeans and gasping, "Fuck me."I did not hold back. I lifted her. I sent him photos of my wife and pics of her panties, and then explained what I was looking for.... meet in a quiet lot, I'll bring her dirty panties, and we both jerk off in the car while sniffing her scent in the soiled gussets. Discreet, easy and safe. He agreed and we both decided to meet at a small road side parking area the next morning.I had given up waiting and reached up to start the car when he pulled up beside me. Before I could get out, he opened the passenger door of my car and. The bet'd be on the length of sentence an' if 'e don't get put away the money goes to the pub." No," said James quickly. "I think it ought to go to Jean Morris." Oi reckon we need a separate whip round for 'er," said Roy."Why not just have the whip round?" asked James. "Then she'd get more."There was a murmur of approval."What do you think, Mike? The book was your idea." I reckon the whip round's a better oidea." Thanks, Mike. Have we got a collecting tin, darling?" I think I've seen one.