So I took my time and finished my drink and just made my way to our room on the tenth floor.I went in and was met with my naked sister bent double on ...he bed and a naked man, the older man who was here with his wife, fucking her with her ankles either side of her blond hair.he really was violently pounding down on her, but more surprisingly, she was every bit enjoying his attention demanding ore of the same.The closest thing to sex was porn I watched fro time to time, seeing it actually. Shiggie seemed to love it.I declared myself the designated driver, but Ford wouldn't hear of it, and took on that responsibility for himself. "I'm the only one who knows his way back home, anyway" he explained.It was probably a wise decision.We drank Pabst Blue Ribbon beer -- a brand I hadn't been aware was still being brewed -- and all three of us attempted (after a few beers) to dance with Amy. Line dancing, like every other kind of dancing, didn't come natural to me, and if I'd have been. I motioned my wife to end her dutiful cleaning of my soiled groin and she happily snuggled with her head on my shoulder and her hairless crotch into my hip.Quickly I felt her relax into a deep slumber though my mind continued to remember the recent past. Was it all that long ago that I was grateful if only to climb between her thighs twice a month?My wife changed after that night, not so long ago - she began to work out fanatical, she had lost dozens of pounds and looked fantastic, she took. Likewise I introduced him to my mother, my brother's family, and also my deceased husband's family but especially to my friends. We planned a small wedding and Frank surprised me with his plan to travel to Australia for honeymoon. I found this very interesting. My children came with my grand kids to the wedding. Frank's older children wished us happiness, but they did not attend, because they did not want to hurt the feeling of their mother anymore. We understood them. Jenny was a positive.