Standing up, I wandered around the room, looking into the cabinets and along the walls until I found a small bottle of something that would do as lubr...icant. Returning to Kevin, I whispered an apology into his ear and, moving his legs a little further apart, poured some of the thick liquid onto my fingers and moved back into him again. There was a lot less resistance this time. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few moments, I slowly withdrew and. The event was held in a hangar that still smelled of fuel and lubricants. The band was passable and women were outnumbered three to one so she danced to every song. All wore nametags and she recognized one British pilot (she had learned what a few of the uniform badges stood for) when he danced with her several times.When asked to take a break with him they each had a beer, not her favorite drink, but all that was available. Ronald asked if they might step outside so he could smoke. It was much. You want me to bite you. You want more. My other hand is not idle. Your ass squirms and your hips move. My hand slides further down until it finds the hot flesh of your thigh. Sliding upwards, my hand pushes aside the silk and finds smooth flesh. Firm. Hot to the touch. Only the waistband of your thong panties disrupts the smoothness of your skin. Now the sweet roundness of your ass is mine to savour. My fingers tighten and your hips move. Closer to me. I want to kiss you there. I want to. We were almost there when we met Debbie, holding Rowan's hand as I was holding Phoebe's. We came together and smoothly changed partners. Phoebe left with Rowan; it was interesting to see how her behaviour changed. With me, she'd been quiet, cuddly. As she left with Rowan, she was all lively adolescent, skipping, giggling. She was having fun; I wondered why the difference?Debbie tucked under my arm and we made our way back to our bed. I suppose I need to explain something, though it would be.