I unwrapped the towel and swung my legs up onto the bed, my wet hair splayed carelessly across my pillow. A couple of gentle tugs on my now very erect...nipples was all I could take, and my body demanded more. Almost unconsciously my hands slipped down, across my damp belly and between my thighs. I was desperate suddenly, my hips bucking up to meet my questing fingers. Ignoring the slow build up I usually needed, I spread my labia with one hand, while the other hand sought out the hard little nub. But nobody else sees it.Drinks, chatting, socialising. Everyone else in the room is oblivious. But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait.My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people start to leave. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I suck, I lick, my mouth is watering…He’s moaning and pushing his. "Come, sit. Tell me what is going on"They moved to the living room, she sat him beside him on the couch."It's a long story, but basically a whole bunch of guys want to kick the crap out of me, and a couple of them know where I work and where I live, so I need a place they don't know about till they give up and go home," he told her. "Why? What could you have possibly done to make them want to hurt you?" she asked. "Its kind of embarrassing, one of their girlfriends broke up with them and they. He was having a hard time licking her as she was wiggling her lower half all over the couch."Whah? What are you doing Uncle Patrick?" the girl whimpered as he gently eased her off the sofa to the thickly carpeted floor. He reached with the hand that was wrapped around her and spread the upper half of her vagina and attacked the little button that was rearing its head begging for attention. Sucking her clit in between his lips he furiously licked it with just the tip of his tongue. Attacking.