I was sitting but still had my feet on the rug as she stood close in front of me. Not able to get her to change the topic of conversion I reached out ...and grabbed her skinny butt with both hands and tried to pull her down into my lap. She resisted but now the front of her slacks was right in my face and I had had just enough champagne in me to do something! She had already pulled the tail of her blouse out so I reached up and unzipped her and pulled the clasp open before she could react. She did. Grey,pale red, camel, dark and light blue and black skirts were hanging there,obviously not used very often.Some drawers, but one of them was also stuffed, bras, slips, half-slipsas it seemed. Panties, not the sexy ones but the bigger ones, functionaland in skin colour, black and white. I couldn't keep my eyes of theseitems and stood there, looking, not touching when I heard a knock on thedoor.Is everything OK dear? The dark voice of the lady sounded remote, thedoor was closed but I shivered. It was amaZing she sucked it like my MIL like she was trying to will the cum out. Sloppy and jerking me hard and fast at times. After about 5 mins my wife hadn’t came back I told her friend I’m going to check on her. I find my My wife half awake sitting on the toilet leaning against the wall. Asked her if she was coming back and she said yes don’t go soft I want to fuck. I came back into the living room her friend on her knees pushed me down to get back at my cock. My wife stumbled back into. He seemed annoyed that I had interrupted him, and in fact, I suddenly wished I hadn't. I wanted to tell him that the bra wasn't mine... that it was borrowed; but I just couldn't let him know that! He told me that the bra was in my purse, and that he'd made me go into the bathroom in the diner and take it off. He said it was very becoming, but he liked me better without it. And, with my hand still on his arm, he continued to stroll down the street as if my bra was of no importance at all. And.