Anyway, with all the excitement of the flight, and the fact that Jacques seemed to only have eyes for the other two, and being that he was the best lo...king guy we'd seen in the hotel foyer, I decided to get some attention of my own. I was the one actually signing in, so I let the pen slip over the counter, and on tip-toe, leaned over the counter to see where it went.My buttoned, loose blouse fell away from my own bra-free tits, allowing Jacques an exclusive view of my right breast, with its. I removed my pant, T-shirt and kept them aside.She asked me to help her pull out her blouse which was stuck in her shoulders. I moved close to her and slowly pulled out her blouse. She softly felt my dick with her hands as I pulled her blouse. She sat on the sofa in her bra and inner skirt. She said, “Come here, let me see if there is a difference after yesterday’s oil massage.”She slowly pulled down my underwear and my huge dick popped out. I stood nude in front of her, her eyes again struck. "I took a deep breath, fishing out my shaft from my waistband only to decide that this actually made the presentation worse. I wasn't small, nearly seven inches, but Paul was definitely at least a little bigger. I don't know what possessed me to care so much about the comparison, maybe just natural male competitiveness, but I pulled my pants past my thighs, my hand working at myself, trying to fluff myself up to my full potential.It didn't take long..I knew that Paul was watching, and yet I. But there she stood, poised on the edge of showing a stranger her panties. "Michelle," I said, "Tara was brave to show us her Christmas present, but you don't have to if you don't want to." "But it sure looks like she's wearing the same panties as you." My wife was wearing a more full skirt that made it easy for her to lift it up for us. She faced me as she reached down and began to lift her skirt, revealing more and more of her thigh highs. "Heck, Michelle, don't show them to me," I said,.