I stood out a little, although I did spot one or two men in regular summer suits in the crowd.Everyone drank tea or fruit juice. I may have mentioned ...’m not a heavy drinker and can go for weeks without a beer, but rarely have I wanted a tall frosty one more than in that bloody tent. There were musicians strumming traditional instruments, which was unfortunate because Arabic music doesn’t half get on my tits.Some men where dressed in white thobes, but with white rather than checkered cloth on. Violet opened her mouth and just as quickly shut it. She was smart. She got the idea quickly. I continued in a bored tone of voice, " ... and the courts take a very dim view about such things. Ten years minimum with a whipping thrown in. Do you know the number for the local police station Violet? You don't? Never mind I'll dial 999."Would you believe it? The bastard didn't know how old she was. I took out my mobile phone and he went a pasty white. His friend had recovered and got to his feet. I. They took turns kissing him and worked simultaneously to undress him, Kelly lifting his t-shirt over his head and Liz quickly undoing his pants. The girls worked together to remove his boxers and while they worked Greg removed Kelly's bra and was tugging at Liz's thong. Kelly let Liz finish removing Greg's shorts and helped Greg expose her best friend's hot wet pussy to the cool air. The three of them stood there completely naked kissing for a moment and then Greg said "Liz, do you want to eat. "Rose Ann chimes in, "I don't see how he can miss with you as his consultant. Now, you guy stop talking shop and get in there and meet the people with the checkbooks." Dad wheels himself toward the living room."Rose Ann, could I ask a favor?" Asking is free. Shoot!" I'd like to work on this tomorrow if I could. Would you be willing to drive me to the lumber yard to pick up some stuff I'll need to get started?" No problem-o, Randall. Don't show up before nine though. Saturday's my day to sleep.