Lisa: It’s not that fun. And I’m soaking wet now!Me: Ok, maybe not fun but it is interesting.Lisa: I guess.Me: Here, let me help you up.Lisa: Than... you! Again. You saved me!Me: It was nothing.That was scary! But I thought that if I make a lot of noise and jump in the water it will run away. And the rocks helped. Thank God! It worked, otherwise I’d be wolf food by now.Lisa: Wheeeew! Hahaha. Now that it’s over I feel better.Me: Nothing to feel bad about!I lifted her up with my hand. We were still. Gloria then clipped a pair of pearl earrings to my lobes. "I'm glad tohave found a use for these," she enthused. "I picked up a box of odds andends of jewellery in a charity shop the other day and amongst the stuffwere a few pairs of clip-on earrings. They are no use to me and I wasabout to sling them in the dustbin. They look good on you, however!" Try the jacket," was Gloria's next command, so I shrugged my way intoit. It was also a genuine 1970's item and, given its age, in surprisinglygood. The persuasive charm of the experience cunt-procurer soon had the comparatively inexperienced Brenda Miller drinking far more than she was accustomed to doing. By the time Tim and his colleagues were partly under the spell of the heady, heavy, smoky atmosphere of the stuffy rooms, and with the drink flowing fast and furious, he was relieved to see that Brenda was having a good time. Unlike some of the other wives, she was not sitting mooning at the table where the meal had been served; no,. Any opposition he might have mounted died immediately. Their mouths and tongues worked feverishly, and their hands began to explore. She dropped her hands to brush the front of his pants. His cock jumped a little. He reached around her and took her ass cheeks in each hand and ground against her. She began rubbing the front of his pants, stroking along the outline of his growing bulge.He pulled his mouth from Allison's and nibbled his way down her face and neck. Her hands came up to run through.