The guys laughed but I scolded them, "Be nice, give the new girl a break." I sat by her, purposely embarrassing her with fondling and fingering. "Come... on, start again," I urged. "I promised the boys a show." I pushed deeper into her pussy. One thing led to another. She was soon back into it, diddling herself. I kept her mouth busy with my fingers and tongue; her hands went faster and faster on her clit. She was breathing rapidly, squirming from side to side, muttering incoherently. Carlos and. About the only thing that we had in common was that both our spouses had cheated with good friends of ours. She was a couple years older and very attractive. I remember that she always dressed so well for our group meetings. We both attended regularly for almost a year, in which time several of us formed a sort of loose union. Among those in our circle of friends was Jane, another gal about our age who was trying to overcome abuse at the hands of her ex-husband. She was pretty strong, though,. Next I saw the leather micro mini skirt withthe big shiny zipper going up the front meeting at a big shiny button.Nice legs. Short skirt. Not really wedding attire though I thought.I was getting nervous. The moment of truth drew nearer. I went down a fewmore steps holding the handrail, off balance and uncomfortable in my newshoes.Torsos. I saw torsos. Four tuxedo jackets and men's watches on wrists.White tux shirts. Black bow ties. It looked like the wives had gone to atux rental place and. You then took your hand off my thigh and reached up under my dress. I scooted forward so you could have better access. You smiled when you found out I had no panties on. It was, of course, expected. You took your other hand and pulled down the zipper of my dress – far enough down so my hard, dark nipples peeked over the top. You grabbed an ice cube from your water glass and touched the tip of my hard nipples – scorching me and making me jump. Your other hand continued the quest upward. You.