Poor Princess looked at me over her shoulder and I could tell she was on the verge of one of her more vociferous orgasms and the entire family was due...to walk in the front door momentarily. I grabbed Sam from behind and managed to get her off of Princess and I carried her up to my bedroom with Princess running behind us trying her best to get her panties back into place and her skirt pulled down.The queen bitch Samantha was struggling to get her mouth on my skin somewhere so she could take a. Jean woke up the morning after the storm. She remembered that the washing machine had broken and that someone had fixed it for her. She had been so tired after the bout of housework she had previously done that day, that she had dinner and taken a sleeping pill so that the storm wouldn't disturb her sleep. She had gone to bed and slept very soundly. Little did she know that Terry the repairman had re-visited her and had his way with her while she was out to it. In fact, he vowed that he would. Afterwards while she was asleep I wondered what that was all about. On the last night of our vacation we were drinking some wine in the hot tub and once again this older guy comes in and this time he's by himself. He must of knew he was a turn on to my wife because he sat right next to her and pretty much ignored me. As they were talking I noticed he placed his hand on her shoulder a couple of times which I thought to myself this guy has some nerve. Now I'm a pretty big guy myself but he. "Hey! I wantyou to find out who's in town for this concert. I know Britney andMandy are here, but is there anyone else?" Christina walked awaybefore the guard could answer."God I love being a star." Christina said as she stepped into herhuge dressing room. It was gorgeous! There was a massive dresser, agiant bed, an enormous mirror spanning half a wall, a minibar. Thedressing room was practically a house. "This is the life." Christinaslipped out of the sexy outfit she'd worn on stage and pulled.