Our kissing became more desperate and I wanted to slide my soft fingers towards her pussy. I did so leaving her bikini bottom on. She parted her thigh...s the best she could making access easy. I softly rubbed circles around the length of her dampening slit. I could hear her groaning. I don't know what i would do had we neighbors camping nearby? Her moaning was continuous and aroused me that much more. She then explained that she wanted to feel my virgin cock in her mouth but if I wanted I could. “Yeah. Her choice. All the way.”They looked into their drinks, avoiding each others’ gaze. Dag downed his drink, then finally spoke. “Look, Con, I’m sorry. I should’ve –“ “Yeah.” Con shook his head. “It not like I thought it would be. I mean – she’s not –“ He broke off, glancing guiltily at the door, and ducked his head. “She’s here. I told her to meet me after work.” Dag nodded, sympathetic. He raised his glass and touched it to Con’s.“Fuck this. It was a stupid idea. I’ll melt the disks. Then he heard a very upper class female voice say: "Oh how delightful!" He recognised the voice immediately it belong to Lady Anne, chairman of the bank.She was accompanied by two huge black ladies each one six foot four inches and weighing over sixteen stone. Both of these ladies were dressed in tight white nurses uniforms.Lady Anne was six feet tall, even without her five inch high heels, aged fifty five, still a beautiful woman with long black hair framing her deeply tanned face. She was. I tried to get her off the spot. I jumped into the conversation and suggested that maybe a wife-swapping party between Debbie and Marcie and their husbands might solve some of their problems. I meant it as a joke, but all I got were glares from the two ladies. That was like peeing on the campfire, it pretty well killed the party. Marcie suggested that it was time for us to get back to work.I discovered when we got up to leave that I had gotten more than a little horny listening to them. I tried.