So, I felt my wet pussy tingling, as I sensed those eyes all over my curves. I finally decided to start trying some daring action.I moved and stood th...ere at the bar next to him.The huge black guy smiled and he invited me a drink.I accepted his offer and he then introduced himself as Bernard. We talked for a while, until we headed out for a smoke.Once there we kept talking and laughing. He often rubbed his hand on my cheek, saying I was a very sexy woman; with a nicely fit toned body. I thanked. They jumped out at him, as she wriggled frantically. He captured one in his mouth and began to squeeze the other. They were big, firm and round, the nipples were like pencil erasers, jutting out of her unashamedly, wanting to be touched and sucked. She began to scream for help.He stopped sucking on her breasts, lifting his head up he grinned at her. 'It's no use screaming, this room is soundproof' he saw the colour drain from her face and relaxed his grip a little. She took that opportunity to. "We need to get home. There are going to be a lot of introductions and explanations to be made," I told him."Let's try your house first. It's hard to tell where everyone might be," Pat told. We returned to our bundles of things sitting on the grass, and Pat and I used the transfer spell. We instantly vanished from the Grove and reappeared in the living room of my Parents' house."Hello! Is anyone home?" I called, and was answered seconds later by several voices."Michael?" a female voice. And I told her my concern about my wife and her parents. Nobody could find out about our proposed tryst. She said she would think it over…but she was pretty sure she wanted to go through with it. I told her we would talk in a few more days…to make sure she didn’t have any second thoughts.We did talk a few days later. She said she was, “Good to go”. My wife was gone so we had a chance to make the plans. We would meet at a motel that I chose, every couple weeks – when my wife was gone. I told her.