I made it just in time as I heard their foot steps and their voices as they entered the bedroom. As I looked out, I could see their feet, Miss Taylor ...n high heels and Mr.Smith in pants. Then I saw their feet turn toward each other and I could hear the sound of kissing. After a while I got up enough nerve to move to the edge where I could see them. I then found myself looking right up Miss Taylor's dress, with a worms eye view of her shapely legs, leading right straight up between her thighs. She rolled over me to my side and began to caress my limp prick. I still couldn’t forget the look on her face then. She was all hungry for a second round. I was all tired due to the heavy orgasm and wasn’t getting a boner again. She then moved down on me, kissing every inch of my chest, then belly and finally to my crotch.Once she reached my tool, she held it in her hands and began to clean it with her top and looked at me as if asking for a permission. I just nodded and that’s all she needed. ”Banzai laughed and said, “Tell her to send us some real coffee and I will leave them alone.” Then he told me the truth, his voice dripping with hatred, “Jack, I can’t wait for them to get here and torture the fuck out of this bastard.”I laughed and said, “Banzai, I will tell her that. Now I’m going to enjoy my pancakes, sausage and eggs.”Banzai swore, “You son of a...”I hung up the phone on him, looked at Colonel Maggie and said, “Banzai said if you send him some coffee on the next shipment,. The boys after that frequently came to our room all the time for all small small matters but they are very careful about her all needs like soaps, shampoo, cleaning of the beds and arranging the third bed for our son, arranging the luggage, bringing cold water, lunch for us etc. During their all works they never missed any chance to glazed at her assets and my wife too was allowing such revelation.In the evening my son was watching TV in the room and we sat on the small balcony in the ground.