Not near as good as the muscled stud that was watching just a few minutes before. A couple minutes later we were interrupted by a knock at our booths ...oor. I knew they had a one person per booth policy but that had never been enforced before so we wondered who it could be. (Hey, we were naive then) We gained our composure, put clothes back on and opened the door. It was the young stud, He asked “Do you need some help in there?”. I just looked at the wife and the look on her face told all. I. Her top was soaking wet from the groping and she had to ask for another to change into. She discussed what had happened with one of the staff who explained that Jim didn't have any idea what he was doing and would also not remember any of it. She told Cherry that most of the staff kept a spare top at work for occasions like this or when food might accidentally be spilt etc. The following day when Cherry bathed Jim again the same thing happened and he clearly didn't understand or remember any of. “Behold the last vestiges of Marchone!” Count Tomas shouted, holding an open palm towards her gaping open womanhood. The former household of Marchone stood looking on, silently. Tomas nodded and some of his men began clapping and elbowing some of their captured foes into doing the same. Slowly but building the hall was filled with the sounds of clapping that deafened Marquaise ears. Then with a wave of a gloved hand Tomas silenced the room as he replaced his manhood within the depths of his. As we walked through the living room he asked what I was watching? I saw that the screen was blue and jokingly said some classic porn. He said that he liked the old classic stuff better then the new and we went on to moving the fridge. After we were done I offered him a cold soda seeing we had worked up a sweat. He accepted and we sat in the living room. He said that I should start up the porn tape and we could watch while we cooled off. I fired it up and we sat there drinking our drinks..