That had been four years ago now. While I was hugging Erica and crying, she said, ‘I think she might like it.’ I said, ‘I love it. Thank you for...such a beautiful gift. Now I have some real treasures that I’ll always keep.’ George cleared his throat and asked, ‘So, is it my turn yet?’ I said, ‘Well you’re the last one so I guess so. He said, ‘Then come with me.’ We followed him out the back door and I saw a small motorcycle with a helmet hanging from the handle bars. I looked at it for a second. He had wish for success in anything he tried at, and Cindy got that and twice as much. She tried hard to find out and finally three months latter she happens to come across an antique shop owner, the same one who sold Larry the lamp. She ask the man if he happen to sell any magical items, he said no. She then asked if he had sold anything in the past six months that could have been magical. He begins to say no, but he remembers a gentle man who was pretty excited about an old Arabian oil. I told hubby to put on some nice music because I felt like dancing. I grabbed Eric and said come dance with me. As we slow danced he keep putting his hands on me and grabbing my ass and pulling me tight into his groin. I kept feeling his cock rub my clit and it was driving me crazy. He then turned me around so I was facing my husband and he started rubbing his hands all over my tits while I starred at my husbands face, He seemed to be enjoying the show as much as the rest of us. As Eric. Why had I agreed to this? I hadn’t even been drunk ! A little bit of male attention was enough to persuade me to enter this unfamiliar world. Lets face it, I was bored…. Mid forties, kids, husband who all too often works abroad – sounds familiar doesn’t it. Nice things to have don’t get me wrong, but, somewhere inside, something was missing. They say a woman can find hidden depths in her forties – had I decided to search for mine?The aching in my arms brought me back to reality and I looked.