I played with her saggy boobs, circling her massive stiff nipples with my fingersas i tried to cup those magnicent hangers. Sheila pressed her back ag...inst the ahite tiled wall arching her pelvis forward and moaning lightly. She then reached down and started pushing my now semi erect knob towards her fabulously hairy hole. She manipulated my manhood with great dexterity, sliding her hand back and forth, causing my foreskin to slip back and forth over my now engorged organ. Sheila then droped to. One of the rules was that I had to keep accurate records of expenditure and details of who was entertained. I wasn't allowed to keep 'entertaining' the same people and they had to be predominantly American military. The easiest way to do it was to have monthly parties. So once a month I sent out twelve 'plus one' invitations to a Saturday night cocktail party at our house. Ruth did the catering and I ran the cocktail bar. We made it very formal with tuxedos and cocktail dresses. Our nearest. They also had great legs which they seemed to like showing off. I don't think I ever saw them in anything but shorts or mini skirts - even in the winter. One night, after striking out, I was heading back to my car after the club had closed. As I walked toward my car, I saw one of the twins on a pay phone. Just as I was about to pass her, she angrily slammed down the receiver saying "Fuck!" I stopped and asked her if she was okay. She said "yes" in a not so assured way. I asked again if she was. Still, at least I could enjoy the hot day.Karen came in from our kitchen, awkwardly clutching three glasses of iced water. She placed two glasses on to our small coffee table and sat down on the settee next to Caroline.The girls were wearing shorts and tee-shirts. I still had my trousers and shirt on from work. “I’m just off to change into something cooler.”, I announced. I stood up and made my way upstairs to the bedroom.As I was changing into my shorts and a scruffy tee-shirt, I could hear.