She made me drink my drink bottoms up with her last tequila shot.After a few more minutes of talking she started getting tipsy. I started making moves...like moving my finger on her neck and thighs, she was responding well with giggles. I started sliding her dress up her thighs and moved my fingers further up. “what are u doing” she giggled and said to me. “Nothing, just trying to massage u and and relive your tension” I winked said while I moved my hand further up and started rubbing her pussy. She was wearing a turtle neck sweater, jeans and cowboy boots and looked gorgeous. The drive to the cabin was full of talk about how lucky she is to have two men who love her and in particular about how lucky she is to have a husband who has accepted the fact that they will never have sex again. “I know that it’s not easy for you baby,” she said, “knowing that you will never have my body again, but, I never have fancied you sexually, and Robert has only to look at me and I want to fuck him,. 'Let's leave them to it and do some exploring on our own', Dorothy had said. And she had set off arm-in-arm with Marjorie.Jessica had stood for a minute then called out, ' I'm going down the other way. I'll meet you back here.' Marjorie turned and waved, nearly falling over, as Dorothy, holding her hand, marched on.Left to herself, Jane took stock. The elegant couple was standing a few yards down the side street, just where it turned off into what appeared to be a courtyard. Just as in the main. It was nice, gently sexy, but nothing earth shattering. This fresh assault by Lucy’s fingers jacked things up a notch.My arousal was further heightened by Georgia. Her composure regained, she had moved around and fastened her mouth on my erect nipples. I could feel every nerve ending on my areolas spark as her tongue scraped across the crinkled nubs. They hardened into hard stiff points under the attention of her lips, tongue and teeth.She grabbed my right tit in both hands and pulled it.