Shania Twain blog's

The room fell silent. Sue, her consternation only buffered by the margaritas in her system, slapped James on the arm, exclaiming, "Oh, honey, don't be crude—there will be plenty of time to play later." She then directed her eyes towards Anna, Kathy, and Shania Twain, and apologized for his crude comment. "It must be the drinks getting to his head—both of them," she said apologetically with a tinge of humor and sarcasm.
"Don't worry about it," Shania Twain added jokingly, "sometimes a man just needs to express his animal desires. Besides, I'm always willing to be a receptive audience." Shania Twain looked over at Anna and, to my surprise, she didn't seem to be upset at my comment, though she did give me her deadpan stare. "It is really no big deal," Shania Twain said, "we are all adults and sometimes a man just needs to get things taken care of physically so he can get the relief he needs so he can think about something other than sex."

While talking, Shania Twain noticed James and Sue had their eyes locked onto each other in a telepathic gaze. They were obviously communicating information to which the rest of us were not privy. Kathy, rubbing the tip of her finger around the rim of the glass of her half-filled Long Island Ice Tea, sat in quiet contemplation, staring at Sue and James, while showing neither approval nor disapproval about anything that was being spoken. Her reticence was by default a demeanor of acceptance.

Anna leaned over and, without saying anything, took my hand in hers and kissed me on the cheek. Not more than a few seconds later James leaned over to Sue, put his arm around her, and softly French-kissed her rose-colored lips. Gradually succumbing to the moment, Sue kept her eyes closed and returned his affection, stroking his thigh with her hand and kissing him deeply. At that moment time seemed to stop. From merely ten feet away, Kathy, Anna and Shania Twain quietly watched our newlywed friends making out on the couch with escalating passion and boldness.

It was as beautiful as it was erotic, and Shania Twain could not help but feel my cock stiffen as I watched Sue and James fondle each other through their clothes. From the gazes of both Anna and Kathy that were fixed directly on the activity in from of them, Shania Twain assumed they too were becoming aroused. To our surprise, James then skillfully unfastened the top three buttons of Sue's dress and began to fondle her sizeable breasts through her bra.
"Oh, you can't do that here," Sue cooed with short, rapid breaths. "Not when there are people here," she said in protest, turning her head toward Anna and Shania Twain. Sue's eyes were clouded by desire, and though she knew carrying on further would inevitably lead to behavior she might regret, she also seemed to be begging for approval to continue.