She directed me to a house just off the stroll, and I parked in front. She told me it would be $10 for the room and I should pay the guy in the livin... room. This was something I've never seen anywhere else, hot-sheet houses. We knocked on the door and a guy who knew Barbara let us in. I gave him $10 and he went back to watching TV while we went through the living room and into a bedroom. The deal was that these folks living in cheap apartments would rent out their bedrooms to hookers on. The heat between her thighs was like nothing I had ever experienced. Just as I reached the front of her panties however, she pulled my hand out gently, shaking her head as she did so. “Sorry Michael, I can’t let you do that,” she whispered. “Please Rachel,” I begged. “I promise it won’t go any further than this though.” I would have agreed to a lifetime’s vacuuming if that’s what it took. Even as she replaced her arm on my shoulder, my hand slid back up between those slim legs. I’m. She sat me down and told me that she had gone to a party at a local nightclub during my absence and that she had met two of the other wives from the ship there and that she had basically partied and danced with other guys (all black I found out later on) and had been invited back to an after party at one of the guys home. At this point she explained that she had been very drunk and had sex with about 3 or maybe more guys at the party as did the other two wives.The day after the other wives were. Every so often she’d dip her finger in slightly to collect more moisture, which she continued to massage in. Her breathing was getting deeper and her moaning louder until her fingers moved to more defined circular movements over her clit. She brought her other hand down and placed the two middle fingers inside herself but also rubbing them against her pee hole. The sight was incredible, I could feel the wetness running down my thighs as I watched her squelch and moan and work on her clit..