What if he asked why they were there. What if came in and talked to her while she sat bottomless at her desk.“Ok. they are there.”> > : ‘Great, ...ow let’s just have some fun. And just keep going when your roommate gets home. Maybe they stop by, maybe they don’t, but we aren’t going to stop our fun. OK?’“God, Ok, you are nuts, but OK. If they freak out, I swear I am going to kill you!”> > : ‘They can’t see anything. I swear. Now, where were we. > > : “Oh yeah, Jackson.”And just like that, he was. “Would it be so hard for someone like that to leave it here?”“Put that way, probably not,” Owen replied before we adjourned to the den to file the marriage license in the desk there, where we were also keeping the documents for our property. Following that, we returned to making breakfast and those things that needed doing today.That evening following supper, Margaret O’Connell and her Husband appeared in the small parlor again, startling both Owen and me with their sudden appearance, as we had. I ran my thumb up and down her pussy lips. I kissed her lips and licked both side of her shaved smooth puusy. She then pulled off her T shirt and she now stood naked as I kissed and licked her pussy. I also stood up and she pulled my T shirt off over my head and then my trousers down past my knees and ankles. I stepped out of them and we both stood naked just holding hands and looking each other up and down. She then started to stroke my cock and I started to finger her. Fuck she was wet. My. Michael had insisted on one last drink at the bar next door before they left. As they entered, Michelle felt uncomfortable. None of the others from the resort were inside. It was dark and as her eyes adjusted, she could see several men sitting around the bar. The few couples dancing where all Mexican. She couldn't see any Americans. Michael had walked up to the bar and Michelle followed him, noting the stares of the men around her. He ordered them two drinks, although she insisted that he.