“But if I was a charlatan Tara,” his voice was low now, “I wouldn’t know about what you keep in the old washbag at the back of your wardrobe w...ould I?”He snapped upright, back into the haze.“I see you later. We enjoy it.”He dropped the cigarette and walked back into the crowd. I realised I was breathing heavily, flushed at what he’d said, a feeling like looking down a long tunnel, a darkness along the periphery of my vision as I rose, angrily making my way back to the beer tent, to where Kelly. I pushed back against his hand, and felt my wetness being spread around the entrance to my pussy. In my dream I was dressed, so the confusion of how his hand could be touching me that way slowly woke me up. It was dark, and the disorientation from the dream, and the lust and heat I still felt from between my legs stopped me from understanding what was happening for a couple of seconds. I felt a big hand slide under my hip, and effortlessly pull me up to a kneeling position, with my butt in. It's gone now, but it had an unusual atmosphere and great food. The owner was the son of one of my college classmates, so I was always treated well there. This night was no exception. The food was great, the conversation sparkled, and the company was outstanding. I hadn't had so much fun in years.When we left, I asked Miriam what she wanted to do next. She wanted to dance, so we made our way to her favorite nightclub. The place was packed, but she knew the ma"tre d' and got us a tiny table near. He readily agreed.I went to the bedroom, and there was Bridget sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed to show them off to their fullest extent. As promised, I made sure to leave the door cracked behind me. I put the beers down on the floor, and handed one to Bridget, while taking one myself. We toasted, then kissed, our hands running up and down each others' bodies. "I hope Sue doesn't miss us." I whispered."Actually, isn't it kind of exciting to be making love in here with all those.