I reserved a room for us at the Flamingo Hilton from Sunday to Thursday.The Saturday night before we left for Vegas we went to a party at Jennifer's n...w manager's house. At the party I met Robert Stanwick and his wife Megan. Robert was Jennifer's new manager and the host of the party. He was six feet tall and very athletic looking. He must have been about thirty-five years old and had dark brown hair. His wife Barbara was tall, maybe five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair, much like. Then shelooked up and smiled, “Ok, he’s a very good dancer.” “So dance again if you want. We have no place to go.” Lee came back and asked her if she could handle onemore. This time she didn’t hesitate at all and off theywent. They danced for another thirty minutes, fastsongs, slow songs, moving together like they’d beendoing it for years. People looked and grinned as theywalked by, the sophisticated blonde dancing with thedistinguished black gentleman.. Rachael had the full lips of Africa and responded with soft kisses. Soon their kissing became deep and eager. Bill pulled her body tight against his own and reached around to unfix her bra. As he removed her bra, he stepped back to admire her large, young breasts, supporting them with his hands and sucking on each nipple. I hadn’t paid much attention to Rachael or her tits, but I have to admit they were gorgeous. Made me a little jealous. You’ve seen mine on my xhamster page. I didn’t want this. “That’s enough.” It took all her strength to pull himback toward the door, but she seemed determined to gethim back inside.“It’s all right, Helen,” I said, feeling a littleguilty for having backed off. “He’s just happy.” Ifollowed them inside the house.She had taken him to the basement door and had shut himinside. She was huffing, out of breath. “He can be soexuberant, Bea. You’ll have to pay no attention tohim,” she said..