So all three of us as well as many of our friends decided to go. Once at the party the scene was amazing. Music pumping, the girls and guys were every...where. I had the thought of how the party was still going since there were so many people there. As we walked around I saw many girls I would have loved to sleep with. The more alcohol consumed by all the less clothing that was worn. I must have danced with over fifteen different girls during the course of the party. As it approached mid night I. John embraced me pulling me in hard to him, squashing my breasts into his chest, and in typical John fashion, looked into my eyes and said, 'My God Mariel, you look like a Swedish Slut' and kissed me full on my open mouth.I saw John had closed his eyes during the kiss and I noted hubby giving the two thumbs up behind his back, with a broad smile on his face, followed by a crotch grabbing, which made me wonder if he wanted me to do that to John or if he was indicating he was being. “Nelson, he was certainly hitting on me, too – in a gentlemanly way, of course. We still have time. You want to ask about that changing room and try for a long shot? We probably won’t have a better chance at any privacy today, unless we want to do it in the car. And I’m not keen about that at all. Perhaps we should get our friendly clerk to help us out.” Nelson glanced at his niece. She blushed deeply and nodded. Gwen said, “Okay, it’s worth a try.” Gwen approached the clerk with his business. They were to assemble behind a table on the other side where they would hold a private conference and once they were ready, they would walk around the table and approach us to begin an informal conversation before announcing they were ready to conduct business.It was at this point I stopped and stared at the instructions. We were to offer gifts as a token of friendship and trust to each of the ministers. No one had said to bring any gifts and there certainly was no time to go find any.I.