I'm certainly not going to let you get your hands on him, anyway. You'd probably be the death of him." I grinned at her, to take the sting from my wor...s, and went on, "I wish I knew whether what I suspect is really true. There doesn't seem to be anyway of finding out without coming out and directly asking him, and I don't want to do that. I could be on a completely wrong tack." Why don't you check his computer and see what he checks out on the web? That might give you some indication of his. "See!" she said as she turned her back and flipped up her skirt."Billy's a liar," she said.I looked at her butt. Debbie was a nice girl, but a little on the chubby side. When she flipped up her skirt I could see her panties. They were the typical cotton white panties all little girls wore back in the '60s.But, they were bunched up from her climbing around and they were shoved up tight into the crack of her butt. I could see where Billy made that mistake, because you could see her naked butt. The next morning we got up and found we had not coffee in the room. My wife went to the lobby (naked of course) to get coffee for us while I laid in the bed reading the news. After a few minutes, she returned with 2 guys who were fully dressed. She said they were trying to check in but were told their room would not be ready for a few more hours. She invited them to our room to hang out or they could leave their clothes in our room and head to pool to hang out. They said they had been to this. A fatigued leather club chair with a wide, deep seat. A large power-assisted recliner. A loveseat upholstered with a gingham patterned cotton. There bookcases filled to the brim. A 65-inch TV. The coffee table was strewn with magazines and newspapers. “You ready,” Akeem yelled.“I’m waiting,” the voice called back.Akeem walked past the kitchen and bathroom. He stepped into the master bedroom.“Hey, sexy,” the vixen cooed. “I’ve missed you.”Akeem stared intently at the fiftysomething, heavily.