Sam didn’t look concerned, “Nah, it’s fine; I shower out here every day. The glass walls have a special coating so we can see out, but they can�...�t see in unless we stand really close to the edge.” So she pushed me up against the glass, flattening my tits then did the same with her butt. Some lads on the beach below us cheered, so we finished the shower with a hot lesbian orgasm for their benefit and headed back into the bedroom.After a quick dry, Sam pulled on her red sensor-bikini, adjusting. But a lot of them did, now. Right? I wondered if Simone did as I tried to sneak a peek every time she moved her hips, or leaned over, or sat up. Hell, whatever she did, I looked. I was paralyzed by fear of being caught looking, and tried to be sly and slick in my glances, and the conversation ignored me. My wife, ever the entertainer, engaged them in banter while they laughed and conversed. And I watched. I found myself, beyond reason or reality, hoping that she might turn just enough, just a. He was training her asshole so that it would get big enough so that one day he could fuck her in the ass!! She knew that it was so wrong but it made her pussy so wet just to think about it. She hoped that no one near her could smell her arousal.Her Daddy knew so much about sex and how to talk to girls. The orgasm that she experienced last night was beyond what she had experienced and he hadn’t even touched her. When her asshole boyfriend fucked her she had felt nothing but this old Black men. When he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. If possible, he seemed more surprised to see me than I did to find him like this. "Ahh, ya ... ya ... your home, Mr. Wensler", he stuttered. He glanced at the door, then up the stairs, then back to the door. Clearly he was looking for a way out of this situation, which I think was only worsened by my non-reaction. I remained calm as if finding him like this was no big deal."So where is everyone?" I asked."Well, a, yea, well ... Upstairs", he said.