Once she was fully awake she said: “I need to get re-hydrated before we have more fun.” More fun – Wow – and I don’t think she meant roller-...oastering! We got dressed, had lunch at the resort restaurant (we told the waiter to just leave the pitcher of water at the table as she downed glass after glass), walked around the resort for a little while, and waded in the lake. As we were standing knee deep in the water she surreptitiously stuck her hand down my shorts, lightly squeezed my nuts, and. ."ooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhh." ... and she understood. Sara Jean smiled, partly out of relief and partly out of a vicarious thrill. She rolled over and was quickly back asleep.Sara Jean's eyes snapped open and she glanced at the clock. 3:07a. For a long second all was silence, and then..."Yes!" the cry punctuated by a bump of a headboard against the shared wall.Heather was louder tonight. Sara Jean could clearly hear the moans and sighs and gasps and everything Heather coherently spoke to her. Boli mera bohot dard ho raha hain. Dist ne itne der se uske salwar ke under boobs pe hat dal kar daba ne laga. Thori bad didi ne thora thora awaj karne laga. Boli itna korar mat dabao. Dost ne kuch na suna. Fir uski salwar upar uthake boobs ko muh me kelia. Our chusne laga. Our dono hatose pura sarir ko daba ne laga. Thore bad didi kuch na boli. Didi upar kuch nehi tha. Pura nanga tha. Fir dost ne bola tumari boobs bohut achha hai. Isko main bara bana dinga. Our bolte bolte uski kamij khol. "~~~~~~~~~~On Saturday morning I left for work but not with my normal eagerness or desire, it wouldn't be till the afternoon that I would see him. I would have to endure the wife until I could finally lay eyes back upon my man.Mrs. Kabak was much more of a demanding boss than her husband, her words were curt and she expected her demands to be fulfilled. By my dinner break, I was feeling it, normally I would sneak plenty of breaks with or without Mr. Kabak but Mrs. Kabak had me working.