Probably won't even remember in the morning."Yeah, right. I wondered how we managed to get ourselves into this situation. The answer was all too obvio...s, really. Did any activity arranged by Bart DeBonnet ever not end up a wild, disorganized mess?The waiter set down a plastic container of pure evil in the middle of the small table. "Another pitcher of Cajun margaritas," he announced, in a voice full of bonhomie.We all looked up at him in befuddled surprise. Smiling cheerfully, the waiter picked. She turned around and got upon the sink counter top. She spread her legs and continued to kiss me when unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. She had no panties on and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. This woman was hot and man was I hard as her hand felt so good stroking my cock. The girls I had been with always grabbed it to hard but Mrs. Haven stroked it gently. "Fuck me" she said. "What about your husband?" I asked. "Don't worry about him, he hasn’t taken. I wouldn't know where to pick anyone up or where to take them, you know the bar we always end up in there's a guy there fancies you go and see if he's in now, you know who he is I've seen you hitch your skirt up and show your thighs when he's there. After more chat and fingering and kissing she said she would try, I may be awhile she said and off she went. I lay on the balcony naked playing with my cock in the evening sun fantasizing what could be happening, she was dressed in a short black. On the couple of occasions we went out with them she always wanted to leave early and used to drag a very unwilling Martin off with her and while the others seemed happy to see her go they used to get angry that Martin had to leave with her. The other girls used to refer to her as "your highness" behind her back while the guys preferred "the bitch" but every body seemed to love Martin who was the life and soul of the party.One night we all went out and were having a great time drinking and.