Despite my embarrassment, I start to look at MaryKate again, noticing her ass swaying a bit as she is walking. We reach the bathroom, which is nothin... more than a portapotty, over in the corner in the camp. I am confused, but then she turns her head and winks at me. She opens the door and brings me into the small plastic room. She reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her small tits to me. As a virgin, my cock strains harder against my shorts, even though her tits. I wondered what I didnow for a living. I grabbed "my" purse and looked for a checkbook. When Ifound it I again felt the rush of memories associated with the object.When my parents died they left me millions of dollars. I was taken careof for life. I flipped through the checkbook and saw no mortgage or carpayments. Everything appears to have been paid for fully. The furnitureand other household items I had seen were all quality items. They weretasteful and appeared to be carefully purchased to. They sandwiched her as she danced. She began to grind back against the man behind her. Next the man in front began kissing her neck. Soon the man behind was helping.As the music continued, the dance became more sensual. The man behind Ana ground against her ass and clutched her tits from behind. I watched as the man behind reached his hand between my wife's legs. Then I knew by her face that he was working her clit with his fingers. I thought that my sweet wife was going to be fucked right. I decided to take theafternoon off to go to think and started for the mountains. I had afavorite spot on the other side from town to go and think. I made sure Ihad some water and my pipe and split.OK, I guess I should admit here that I really don't drink but like tosmoke pot on my own time. Steve knew about it and chose to ignore it. Hehad to deal with random drug tests or else he might have joined me. If Ihadn't been so preoccupied with the case, I might have noticed the cartailing me before I.