Chantelle had his trunk legs pushed up now his hardening dick out in the open air. She was gripping it with one hand running down as far as she could ...before his trunks stopped her. With a grin at Eric and Jayne she said "excuse me; there is something I have to attend to." And she took the head of her husband's meat tube in her mouth. She sucked in about three or four inches and worked it over a few times. Eric and Jayne couldn't see to well in the position they were in. Moving her head back off. I decided that it was my maternal unit, code-named Mom.I decided to try opening my eyes again.I opened them just a little, and they still burned. I closed them and blinked hard, trying to liquefy them. No, not liquify; moisten. Why was it so hard to think?I opened my eyes again. They still stinged. Stanged. Stang. Stung. They stung, but not as much. I kept them open. Same puke green ceiling. I looked around. I was in a hospital room. I should have known. Only hospitals and prisons use colors. Must be your lucky night!” He smiles at me, looking me in the eyes, ignoring my low cut dress which had fascinated all the uninteresting men at the party. His smile and his cool look both relaxes me and unnerves me. I shiver. “Are you cold ? Would you like to borrow my coat?” he offers. Taking aback at this chivalrous gesture, which would have been more appropriate in the time of the horseshoe clattering cobbled streets I had thought about earlier, all I can say is “Uhmm.” My apparent. I poured them drinks – wine for both and we all went through to the sitting room. The two sisters sat together and Sophie and I took armchairs either side of them. It was almost exclusively through the shoes that Lyn wore that I could tell the difference. We sat and talked and they were lovely company, funny and serious by turns. The two sisters were very tactile with each other and, strangely, I did not find it disconcerting. We ate supper, a delicious casserole of beef and then retired once.