Paul didnt know I had been gang banged in our washroom upstairs while he sat around at the party. I managed to pull my sticky wet fingers from my puss...y and let my skirt fall covering my hot wet pussy. I managed to do up another button on my blouse. Most of my breasts were still exposed. Paul seldom took a good look at me anymore so I figured even if I was topless he wouldnt notice. Its really true Paul had never been a man to pay attention to what I wore. He took me for granted ever since we. I'd known it intellectually but not deep down inside, in my gut, the way Bev did. It had only been a subject of conversation. Now it was becoming real. It was time to step up to the plate. As they say, it's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it.I had to fight Susan a bit before she would let me lift my arm but she snuggled up to me willingly when she realized I just wanted to put it around her shoulders. I leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't a passionate open-mouthed, tongue swapping kiss,. So the next day, despite it not being sunny and warm, I ventured out to this other pool, only to be confronted with a hen party in full swing, bikinis aplenty, champagne bottles and plastic glasses everywhere – is this really a serious swimming pool? I asked myself. I was about to turn and return to the more comfortable, but noisy, indoor pool, when a very attractive blonde lady – who I later learned was the bride’s mother – invited me to join in! Being old enough to be the bride’s grandfather,. She looked up at him and gazed into his eyes as she began to remove his jeans. Margaret stood at the edge of the bed, eyes still locked on his, as she started taking off her shorts. She slowly and teasingly slid her shorts down to the floor. On her way back up she allowed her hands to run up the sides of her legs. She crawled up next to him and took her place. Evan wrapped his arms around her and held her close and enjoyed more lip locked lovin’. He rubbed her back – rubbing his hands down.