Carter says let's mix the teams up I looked at my wife and said OK how about a couple games then. My wife pairs up with Carter and I tell Mike we can'... lose buddy you know I was carrying my team. My wife looks at me with her whatever look and sticks her tongue out at me. We begin to play and I notice that every shot Mary or Carter takes they high five each other or bump fists. Sometimes they would hug and at times Carter would get a good feel of ass or tits. They are in the corner talking. "No," I said, nodding my head. "You were just ... uh ... enjoying yourself. Nothing wrong with that."She smiled as she used a tissue pulled from her purse to dab lightly atthe corners of her eyes."Can you say something to Chad, then? Tell him that you don't think I wasdoing anything wrong?"I wasn't sure why I had to tell her boyfriend that. It really should havebeen her job. Plus, she shouldn't have to explain to Chad why she felt theneed to end their evening of fun when they got back to her. The fact that they were all alone relieved her mind of that fear of being discovered. It was the last time they might be able to relive those idyllic times on the island.It was not a repeat of the day before. Rather, the family simply gathered on the verandah as if to spend a relaxing day doing absolutely nothing. The day before, they all had only one objective--a ritual bath. Today, it was more casual without it becoming a group spectacle. However, since it was Emmeline's idea, Nathan complied. I gaged the smell was so bad, but at least I had the scissors. Next task get my hands free.Getting my hand free took a long time and I am sure that I have some nicks from trying, but I am free! Now I starting feeling the space that I am confined in. It is wooden and feels like a coffin. It is Halloween after all and Mistress has a wicked sense of humor. A coffin. Maybe she put a false bottom in it. I run my hand all along the edges. I feel under me. I feel the top over my head. Nothing..