As I was sitting there slightly shutting my eyes, his hands were traveling over my body. I kept fading in and out, as his hands were brushing over my ...itties and ass. I woke up when I felt his hands slightly pulling on my nipples, that he knows I like. It always makes my pussy so wet when someone bites or pulls on my little titties. I could feel his black cock growing threw his thin basketball shorts. I played along that I wasn't that awake, as his hands traveled down my ass and started. Fucker. Bitch. Now I was really grumpy. I pounded some more so my wife finally came to the door and said through the closed door, "Go take a nap on the couch. We'll talk later." I was speechless. And tired. And drunk. I raised my fist to pound again, then stopped. I pressed my ear against the door. Things had gotten quiet on their side. There was some murmuring and some other sounds, but I was having a hard time concentrating, so I said, "Fuck it", stumbled back to the couch and fell into it,. “Srieusement? I ... I don’t thought that they will take you down dere, dough! But, de person who need to be speaking to is Monsieur Montpetit. Him is de ‘ead of de Département des travaux publics, and him spoke English,” she said politely. “To be finding him, tournez droite ici—how you say ... er ... right! Yes, right! At the finish of de ‘allway him be dere in de office!” she finished, happy that she could help.I led my platoon of super-models, plus one adorable toddler, in the direction that. However, I expect to be back in operating condition by tonight!"We both laughed and struggled to get disentangled without knocking the tent down. We slipped our clothes back on and crawled out of the tent. The rain had stopped sometime during the night and we faced a bright and clear morning. We both relieved ourselves and Janet proceeded to fix breakfast. It was done quickly, since she had laid out what she would need last night before going to bed. We had bacon, grits, and some beans left.