I told them i am going to pee, i know they didnt understand me they just smiled back. Now i went across the camp site towards the area where i could p...ee. It was very dark, i could barely see the campfire. I pulled out my dick and started peeing. I felt a hand on my back, it was the same men from the camp site. They stood next to me and lifted their dress and started peeing. We couldnt see eachother it was too dark but i had company. I soon felt a hand on my stomach and it went down to my tiny. Beige, white and pink glossy underwear lined up, and finally the thing that was taken out was a pantyhose and stockings combined.I noticed that it was woven with very thin nylon thread.It is a pantyhose made of thin cloth so that the background can be seen through when you grasp it with both hands and look through it!Until this moment, I had no memory of touching my sister's pantyhose with malicious intent. I was just curious about the underwear of the opposite sex.But at this time, I don't. In and out no one was the wiser. We got back to the reception and went our separate ways, I had to go do pictures and other wedding things. As the night went on, the drinks went down quicker.My wife took the walk toward the bathrooms and noticed the lines were longer than earlier. Instead of waiting she decided to go to the employee one. As she peaked her head around she saw no one. So she hurried in and out. On her way out she was meet by a mid 20's bartender at the wedding. Tall, average. “You loved that, didn’t you?” he said in a low, hard voice.I couldn’t reply.“Your body certainly did – if the wetness is anything to go by. See?”A pungent, sharp, earthy smell suddenly appeared directly under my nose. It could only be James’ fingers covered in my juices. It was strong and unpleasant; I wrinkled my face.“Smell it, Pam. It’s what a woman in heat smells like; it’s what you smell like right now!”I tried to move my head away from his hand but his fingers followed my face. He.