Remembering it made her twitch. She took a deep breath. Tonight was the last night. Tomorrow, they caught a flight home and life would surly return to...normal. These fantasies of infidelity would most assuredly stop.Karl was waiting outside the ladies room. "Better?" she asked with a self-conscience gesture."Better."They walked together to the ballroom where roughly 1,500 conference participants mingled, drank and ignored the music provided by the hotel DJ. Karl and Zahra walk through making. You two aren't really related..." Sofia asked slowly, " ... are you?" Sofia!" I laughed at her, but I was curious as well.Eva and Wolfgang had talked about themselves once in awhile, but only in snippets, as if they were dropping hints without really explaining anything. Sofia and I, and even Mr. Goethe, had all been too polite to really ask out loud the questions we'd been whispering amongst ourselves."It is alright," Eva said, reaching behind her and tugging at the string of her black. He moved his hand to her right thigh first feeling it up and down. Jerome slowly slid his hand to the inside of her thigh then upwards towards her crotch. He started rubbing Marisa's pussy over her thong running his finger up and down. Taking his hand away from her crotch he reached higher pulling at the waist band of her thong tugging it lower and lower until it was down to the top of my wife's stockings. I could clearly see her smoothly shaved pussy. Jerome once more moved his hand to her. "And I'd like to thank all of you for giving us permission to start this little experiment. And with no further ado, on with the show!" He waved at the projection boot, and the video began to play across the screen.As the closing credits from the final episode rolled up the screen and disappeared, the cheering and clapping began. Uncle Charlie came out on stage again."You all have two strips of cardboard, one green and the other red. If you think this is OK for prime time, hold up your green.