But it was to the bungalow across the lake that my eyes and thoughts drifted, and as Gilbert droned on about domestic issues, I let my imagination dri...t to the veranda of the bungalow and inside, to the heavy teak, mosquito netting-draped bed of Russell, the overseer. In my imaginings he was lying on the bed, naked, and my eyes went to the veining running up his arms and then suddenly his arms were tattooed and he was Russell and Mario rolled into one. And he was beckoning to me and lifting me. I am sleeping out here on the sofa” I lied.“Adi, wake up your mother. Grandpa just passed away” he said. “Wait there both of you. We will bring the body home in about two hours. Console your mother. What had to happen happened” , he said and cut the call. I was stunned. Grandpa gone? Was it because we had sinned? He was improving. And suddenly this.I rushed in. All my sexual arousal was gone and I was now trembling. Mom was still sleeping peacefully. I went near her and slowly shook her.She. The car windows were still fogged and they were both totally naked. Her dress and his shirt were in the front seat and his pants and her panties were still on the floor. They were both bare foot. I kneeled on the front seat and looked towards the back. Mario was kissing my wife as she sat almost totally on his lap. She was stroking his cock and he was fondling her pussy and ass as they kissed. He was running his feet over hers fondling her toes with his. He sure has a foot fetish like me. I. Other times when they were hundreds of miles apart.Or when Pammie and her partner watched each other perform their bodily functions in the toilet, then fucked each other silly.Or when Pammie had her first threesome with two men much younger than her. “One was fucking me, and he was huge, while I was sucking the other one. I had at least six orgasms before they changed ends, then I came again three times.”Or the threesome when the two men had more interest in each other than Pammie. Undeterred.