You can do this afterwards. We still have talking to do."I shrugged and went into the room I shared with Mari. I entered the spacious bathroom. The sh...wer was big enough for at least 4 people if they were friendly or it looked that way to me. Mounted to a wall in the enclosure were about 15 containers of stuff to use to clean oneself. I was hoping that I could find something that wouldn't make me smell like a piece of fruit.I tossed my sweaty clothes and work clothes that I'd worn earlier into. His guests were a mix of Japanese, South Koreans and Taiwanese. I was surprised that they were having so much trouble communicating. They were all carrying those little translation dictionary's.They must have been from the rural areas of those countries - in most of the cities English was almost a mandatory second language. I wondered where their escort and translator were; groups like these always had one.As if reading my mind Bob said, "Their host is very hung over in my office; there was too. She had no time to recover because Jorge couldn't wait. My wife is not a large woman and although she had been doing a lot of fucking lately, Jorge's big slab of meat would be a challenge. Fortunately, her own juices and Luis' load eased the way.Jorge was a much gentler lover, grinding his massive prick into her. She held his sides as he screwed her deeply. She started shuddering with pleasure, telling him what an amazing cock he had. Luis was still naked, watching. He told my wife what a hot. "What does this mean?" a stunned Jack asked his wife. Stacey had slightsmile on her face."It means dear, that in about three or four months, if you continue todevelop as you have been, I'll have to buy you some training bras andstart calling you Jackie." Stacey said, seemingly bemused by herhusband's reaction."But I don't want tits! I'm a man, God damn it! I can't have tits!"Jack cried in dismay."Jackie dear, don't knock 'em until you've tried them. They can be areal joy sometimes," Stacey.