I remained poker-faced, but was admiring the view.Jenn joined me in the hot tub, sitting next to me - which was nice. I looked at her, and took a chan...e. "Jenn, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but when you stepped out of the pool, I was blessed with quite a view!" "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, the T-shirt was kind of see-through, and the boxers were slipping down. I thought I'd tell you what a great view I had of an incredibly beautiful woman you are!"Jenn put her hands over her. I was beginning to wonder which one of them was going to come first, when I was totally surprised by the old guy literally sitting up, and without slipping out of my wife's cunt, spun her over onto her back with him on top. He had quite literally taken charge of this fuck and was pinning my wife’s arms to the bed above her head while he pounded her cunt, missionary style.He was really going for it now and was fucking my wife with the energy of a much younger man.The squelching sounds coming. "Of course," I whispered. "What's up?" While you were still in Chile with your daughter... with all the national child-grabbing going on... Didn't you think it odd that Chile was forcing you to come back to the U.S. with Isabelle for a custody battle?"I paused for a moment before answering. "Yeah, I guess. Several of the local lawyers I spoke with were surprised about it too. But it is the law. Isabelle and I are both U.S. citizens. I don't know why our applications for Chilean citizenship were. I should perhaps mention that food is eaten with the right handonly in the Tahari. This is symbolic for the right hand is the hand usedto fight with, but it is also associated with the fact that the lefthand is traditionally used for matters concerning the toilet andtherefore it is considered unclean to consume food with it. Eating withboth hands in the Tahari would be a social mistake of epic proportions.As the women eat they talk about themselves, their lives, their hopes,and their dreams,.