He leaned forward to try and hear what he was saying. That was when the hand touched her again, high on her thigh. Inside again, beneath her skirt. Sh... froze. Smiling faces in all directions. The crowd was so tight around her she was unable to tell whose hand it was! It moved, stroking gently. Kirstie felt like a prisoner, trapped in a sea of men. It was as though the press of men had conspired to pin her in position giving her groper a free rein. She couldn't believe this was happening. Who. Now I was fully awake. And fully erect. Sydnee was already aware of my erection. “I figured we would stay in tonight if that’s okay? It’s kind of late to head out tonight. I ordered room service for us to be delivered in a few hours. Think of anything we could do to pass the time until then?”I glanced out the window and noticed it was dark outside. We slept longer than I planned but we were both exhausted. I guessed we could wait till tomorrow to see the sights, have our candlelight. When Jan walked in, I waved him over to our table. Iintroduced him to my wife and motioned for him to sit beside her. She wasfriendly and obviously very drunk. We all sat together and talked for a while,as she continued to get more and more "drunk". After about 15 minutes, I excusedmyself and said I'd be right back. This was the pre-arranged signal for Jan tostart trying to make a move on her to see how she'd react. The bar was not thenicest place, so a couple groping in a booth would probably. In fact, when she thought of Billy as a spy, she found it amusing if a bit scary.She and her white-haired aunt along with some senior naval officers who had known her late husband celebrated Christmas together with toasts to the King, the Howes and to the British navy, the wassail bowl seemingly bottomless and the plum pudding and mince pies arriving from the kitchen endlessly along with plates of sweetmeats and ham-stuffed biscuits.Then old Amelia Robertson and young Anne Conroy and more than.