I love to be touched just above where my bum cheeks meet and I gasped when Ray stroked there, especially when his fingers slipped between my cheeks, t...racing the top of my g string. I was his from then on that night, as long as he kept those exploring fingers moving on my body. The questions became more and more personal and I kept responding: about John, about me, even about our sex life. Ray was careful to hide us from the others on the crowded dance floor, but made a point a couple of times. This time I kept my face where he wanted it, and I allowed myself to take in his wonderfully gentle kiss. A kiss that felt like it was never going to end.When he had stopped kissing me, I came back to my senses. He stepped back and started to tell me how he’d found out about my little tryst with Larry, but before he could reveal how he’d done it, I stopped him.I was still in his arms, looking up at him.“I don’t care how you found out; I only care that you believe me.” I continued in-between. I moaned and stopped grinding. I wanted him to explore me the way I’d always wanted him to. He inserted a cold finger into my pussy, pumping it slowly in and out, his other fingers still working on my clit. “Mmm,” I moaned again as he inserted another finger into my hole, crossing them over and increasing my pleasure. “Ohh!” I wailed as he stuck in a third. “Three a new amount for you, Sami?” he muttered against my nipples, the vibrations making them harden even more. “Keep going!” I moaned. The mellow buzz it produced complimented thelight-headedness of the wine so that we were all relaxedand at ease in the glow of each other’s company. Theconversation flowed and ebbed, drifting >from topic totopic; briefly alighting on one subject before flittingto the next.A momentary bright flash of light followed a couple ofseconds later by a deep rumble meant the storm wasbuilding up to greater strength, and the rain wentsuddenly from a gently hiss on the tile roof to anundulating.