When they reached the edge of the fire, he noticed metal hooks on a low-hanging rafter. Dangling meat, or maybe skin from some slain animal was hangin...g from them. Were they smoking the meat over the flames? It was a grisly sight, like something from an abattoir, and Schaffer briefly imagined himself impaled on one of those hooks. They were a good twelve feet off the floor in relation to Schaffer, but Snowball reached up easily with his long arm and retrieved one, gripping the meat in his wicked. We were all getting on fine so he put his arm around my wife and his hand on her leg. Mike slowly began rubbing her leg from the knee up as we chatted. It wasn’t long before (unbeknown to me) Mike’s hand went up her skirt and thigh. He must have been feeling her stocking top and quickly realised she was wearing a small thong so started rubbing her shaven, and now swollen pussy. To my surprise my wife asked Mike to show her what he’d got. Being in cubicle in the bar we were out the way so it. She too interested in me and wanted show her sexy assets more often. Whenever I was alone in the house she began show her boobs and thighs. I used to read paper by 7 o clock in the morning. If she knew I was alone in the house she began wash her clothes by the same time. While washing the clothes she adjusts her sari in between her nice boobs and tucks sari up to upper thigh level. One day both of us were alone in the houses. I woke up by 7 am and sat in the warandah by sipping my coffee after. At home, we often let the girls drink a glass of wine with dinner.Okay. I told the waiter to make it a bottle with three glasses.He brought the wine as we were looking at the menu. I tasted it and gave my approval and he poured us each a glass. We ordered and then the girls excitedly told me of their mall exploring as we sipped the wine. The wine went down quicker than I expected, and we were soon on our second glass.A second bottle was ordered and opened. The girls were getting giggly and.